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Poynter, Eleanor Frances

"My Little Lady"

Last winter we were in Italy."
"And you never come to England?"
"No, never. I asked papa once if he would not go there, and he
said no, that we should not like it at all, it was so cold and
_triste_ there, one never amused one's-self."
"But I thought you had some relations there," said Graham.
"Surely I saw an uncle with you who was English?"
"Oh yes, Uncle Charles; but he never went to England either,
and he died a long time ago. I don't know of any other
relations."
"So you never talk English now, I suppose? Do you remember
telling me to speak English, because I spoke French so
funnily?"
"No," said Madelon, colouring and laughing. "How is it
possible I can have been so rude, Monsieur? I think you speak
it very well. But I have not forgotten my English, for I have
some books, and often we meet English or American gentlemen,
so that I still talk it sometimes."
"And German too," said Horace, looking at her book.
"Yes, and Italian; I learnt that last winter at Florence. We
meet a great many different people, you know, so I don't
forget.


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