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'T is strange we should ever envy in others what we do not ourselves possess, ignoring those traits of character we have which they no less desire. So to me then it seemed altogether useless to contend for the heart of a woman, such a woman, at least, as this laughing Toinette, against the practised wiles of so gay and debonair a cavalier.
As for nice, that depends. Sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't. No, the only way for mortal people to be invisible is to gather the fern-seed and put it in their shoes." "Gather it? Where? I never saw any seed to the ferns," said Toinette, staring about her. "Of course not we elves take care of that," replied the little man. "Nobody finds the fern-seed but ourselves.
The ache in my heart made me dread to meet again with Mademoiselle Toinette, lest I should utter words of reproach which she did not deserve; for, sad as such a confession was, I had to acknowledge that she had a perfect right to protect the man she loved, even at my cost. Nor did I greatly desire to run upon De Croix.
"You have been playing at hide-and-seek with me without knowing it," she said, "for I have been searching for you everywhere, and only discovered you here by the glint of the sunshine upon your hair." "Did you want me, Miss Howard? I'm sorry you had to hunt for me," answered Toinette. "What can I do for you?" "Give me some wise advice," said Miss Howard, smiling.
But I told him I should be lonesome in this great house, and I I am so frightened at those horrible little flames that twinkle twinkle all night long. I cannot sleep when I am alone, Nigel. I am a baby I know, but I cannot help it. It makes me feel so afraid!" As was usual in moments of emotion with 'Toinette, her accent became more pronounced.
"A few hundred miles of travel do not greatly change one's nature. Either at Dearborn or Montreal, I am still Toinette. But, Messieurs, I have been told of a camp quite close at hand, and yet you leave me here in the sand to famish while you quarrel."
"Because I have found a wonderful incentive to spur me on," he answered as he handed her into the carriage which was waiting for them, and they whirled off up the hill. "And you will stay here till after the wedding, won't you?" asked Toinette, snuggling close to his side and slipping her arm through his. "What! Five whole days? What will you do with me all that time?"
But it was Mademoiselle, Toinette, with the laughing eyes and roguish face, which yet could be so tender, whose memory held me vibrating between constant dread and hope. Living or dead, I must know the truth concerning her, before I felt the slightest consideration for my own preservation. If I lived, it should be for her sake, not mine.
Toinette had been asleep some hours when she was roused by a sharp tapping at the window pane. Startled, and only half awake, she sat up in bed and saw by the moonlight a tiny figure outside which she recognized. It was Thistle drumming with his knuckles on the glass. "Let me in," cried the dry little voice.
"Who pays those men," he said, "to run around everywhere, with big watch-chains? You and me! But why? I can buy better myself because I understand what Abbéville wants and I can buy cheaper." The times of his absence were heavy and slow to Toinette. The hours were doped out of the day as reluctantly as black molasses dribbles from a jug.
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