mocking-bird complained melodiously to the full moon in the sky.

It must have been an engrossing tete-a-tete, for the call to
supper had sounded twice before they heard and hurried into the
house. The march had formed with Louise radiantly leading on the
arm of papa. Claralie tripped by with Leon. Of course, nothing
remained for Theophile and Manuela to do but to bring up the
rear, for which they received much good-natured chaffing.

But when the party reached the dining-room, Theophile proudly led
his partner to the head of the table, at the right hand of maman,
and smiled benignly about at the delighted assemblage. Now you
know, when a Creole young man places a girl at his mother's right
hand at his own table, there is but one conclusion to be deduced
therefrom.

If you had asked Manuela, after the wedding was over, how it
happened, she would have said nothing, but looked wise.

If you had asked Claralie, she would have laughed and said she
always preferred Leon.

If you had asked Theophile, he would have wondered that you
thought he had ever meant more than to tease Manuela.

If you had asked the Wizened One, she would have offered you a
charm.

But St. Rocque knows, for he is a good saint, and if you believe
in him and are true and good, and make your nouvenas with a clean