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Updated: April 30, 2025
As the entertainment closes, Filina and her troupe emerge, joyful over their great success. She sends Mignon back for some flowers she has left, when suddenly flames appear in the windows. Maddened by his own grief and Mignon's troubles Lotario has fired the castle. Wilhelm rushes into the burning building and brings out the unconscious Mignon in his arms.
She had listened in amazement to Mignon's recital. Could she believe her ears? Had her hitherto-beloved Marjorie been guilty of trouble-making? And all for the sake of Constance Stevens. Marjorie must indeed care a great deal for her. She had not been mistaken, then, in her belief that she had been supplanted in her chum's heart.
Charlie was still regarding Mignon's swaying ear-rings with childish fascination. "You are a orful naughty girl," he pouted reproachfully. "If you leave me now to take that impudent child home, I'll never speak to you again," threatened Mignon, her black eyes snapping. "Very well. You may do as you please," was Mary's laconic response over her shoulder.
The statues, entirely browned by age, are considered masterpieces of Grecian art, and whether or not from the great masters, show in all their proportions, the conceptions of lofty genius. We kept on our way between gardens filled with orange groves, whose glowing fruit reminded me of Mignon's beautiful reminiscence "Im dunkeln Laub die Gold Orangen glühn!"
"How beautiful Mignon's home is!" she exclaimed softly, as they entered the beautiful grounds of the La Salle estate and walked up the broad driveway bordered with maples. "There's Mignon on the veranda. She is alone. I am glad of that."
"The girls of Mignon's team have played fairly enough with me. They are rough, I'll say that, but, so far they've not overstepped the rules." "They know better than to try their tricks on you!" exclaimed Harriet hotly, "or on Muriel, either. Mignon's afraid of you because you are everything that's good and noble!" "Nonsense," Marjorie grew red at this flattering assertion.
"Oh!" gasped Marjorie, remembering Mignon's threat, "she is reporting poor Ellen." The door swung open again and the secretary glided past her and out into the corridor with the peculiar sliding gait that had caused Jerry to liken her to a "nice, wriggly snake." "She is going to bring Ellen here," guessed Marjorie.
Otherwise, how had it happened to be made up of Mignon's admiring satellites? Miss Davis had decreed that three practice games between the two sophomore teams should be played to decide their prowess.
"Went to Mignon's?" was the questioning chorus of her two listeners. Mary was obliged to enlighten them. "I wondered if he ever told you, Connie. He promised he wouldn't," she ended. "And he never told, the little rascal," was Constance's quick reply. "No one except the maid knew it, and you may be sure she never said a word." "It was that night I came to my senses."
So they stripped the halter from Mignon's head and said, "Hi, there! Get along, Cow, and show us the way." Mignon looked at them through the dark with her big brown eyes, and laughed inside. It seemed too good to be true! They had left her free, and were bidding her to guide them on their way out of the forest back to their own country.
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