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Updated: June 19, 2025
"It's no use talking; you can't get ahead of Miss Preston," said one of the older girls. "You may think you have, and feel aglow clear down to the cockles of your heart, then whew! in she walks upon you as cool as " "Ice cream!" burst in another girl. "To my dying day, girls, I shall never forget that red ghost." "How did she ever find it out, I'd like to know," asked Toinette.
She'll hear us, and the whole thing will be spoilt," said Ethel. "No, indeed, she won't," answered Ruth, "she is too intent upon catching Toinette." "O, why can't I stretch my neck out a yard or two so that I may see what is going on in that pantry?
I will never forgive!" A little later in the afternoon, when the rose of sunset lay on the snowy hills, some one knocked at the door of Leclere's house. "ENTREZ!" he cried. "Who is there? I see not very well by this light. Who is it?" "It is me," said 'Toinette, her cheeks rosier than the snow outside, "nobody but me.
And then stepped in to buy you that little trinket and your precious chocs, and came along home again. Met these fellows on my way across town. Rather nice chaps one of 'em, anyhow. Used to know some friends of friends of his, girl called Ailsa Lorne. And the other one happened to be there so I asked him, too. They won't worry you much, 'Toinette.
He now stood almost opposite Toinette, when, chancing to glance toward the house, he became aware of her presence. "Why, little lady, you could have popped me over from ambush if you had had a gun, for I walked straight upon you and never suspected that you were there. Can you direct me to the Misses Carter's school?
This made Toinette laugh, which shook her spoon, and a drop of the hot mixture fell right on the tip of Marie's nose as she sat with upturned face waiting her turn for a second helping. Marie gave a little scream. "What is it?" said the mother. "Hot water! Right in my face!" sputtered Marie. "Water!" cried Marc. "It's porridge." "You spattered with your spoon.
She put on her best petticoat and laced her blue bodice; for she thought the mother would perhaps take them across the wood to the little chapel for the Christmas service. Her long hair smoothed and tied, her shoes trimly fastened, downstairs she ran. The mother was stirring porridge over the fire. Toinette went close to her, but she did not move or turn her head.
Doggie made polite remarks. Toinette put on a pair of silver-rimmed spectacles and scanned the picture. Then she handed it to Jeanne. "Don't you think there is a great deal of resemblance?" Jeanne directed a comparing glance at Doggie and smiled. "Like two little soldiers in a pod," she said. Toinette talked of her petiot who was at St. Mihiel. It was far away, very far.
She could not help thinking about those at home; about Aimée and Mollie and Phil and Toinette, sitting together in the dear old littered room at Bloomsbury Place, the dear old untidy room, where she had sat with Grif so often! How would they all bear it when the letter came to tell them she was gone, and would never be with them and share their pleasures and troubles again!
Now and again they stopped short to neigh a peremptory call, as though asking the reason of this surprising conduct. "Are you ready, Aunt Katherine?" asked Peggy. "As soon as Jerome takes your hound in charge. I don't care to have Toinette driven frantic with fear by the sight of her. She will grow so excited that I shall be unable to hold her."
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