Did not madame bring me that Jeanne there? Ah, if only it were
right for her to linger with us, how happy we should be! Madame is
a noblewoman, we are but poor; yet she has honored us. Very well,
then, what good to wonder about the future? Madame is rich, that
is true. Suppose even she were poor, would it not be possible for
madame to settle down here in St. Genevieve, and to teach the
language of France--far better, to teach the English to these
ignorant French?"
The sturdy speech of the fresh-looking, good-hearted fellow,
touched the heart of a woman so world weary. For a time she said
nothing of plans, even to herself. It was not long before the baby
of Jeanne found a place upon her knee, and Jeanne herself, though
jealous, was willing to surrender her dearest rights, at least for
a time.
But always the eyes of this world weary woman were lifted up to the
hills. She found herself gazing out beyond the street of St.
Genevieve, toward the Ozarks, where once she had traveled--true,
against her will, but yet through scenes which she now remembered.
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