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Updated: June 19, 2025
They were used to doing without Toinette and did not seem to miss her, except that now and then baby Jeanneton said: "Poor Toinette gone not here all gone." "Well, what if she has?" said Marc at last looking up from the wooden cup he was carving for Marie's doll. "We can play all the better." Marc was a bold, outspoken boy, who always told his whole mind about things.
Edith and Cicely are waiting at the gate." "Which teacher is going with us?" asked Toinette, suspiciously. "Teacher?" echoed Ruth. "Why, none, of course. Why don't you ask if we are going in a baby-carriage?" and she laughed as she slipped her arm through Toinette's. "You don't mean to say that we will be allowed to go by ourselves?"
How do you think I could pick up this blinking lingo quick?" "Make violent love to Toinette and ask her to teach you. There's nothing like it," said Doggie. "Who's Toinette?" "The nice old lady in the kitchen." Mo flung his arm away. "Oh, go and boil yourself!" said he. But the making of love to the old woman in the kitchen led to possibilities of which Mo Shendish never dreamed.
"Mademoiselle," said Toinette later, "do you think you will meet the little English soldier, Monsieur Trevor, in Paris?" "Dans la guerre on ne se revoit jamais," said Jeanne. But there was more of personal decision than of fatalism in her tone. So Jeanne waited for a day or two until the regiment marched away, and then, with heavy heart, set out for Paris.
She had taken it for granted that the others must love her, by a sort of right, and the knowledge that they did not grieved her very much. Creeping away, she hid herself in the woods. It was a sparkling day, but the sun did not look so bright as usual. Cuddled down under a rosebush, Toinette sat sobbing as if her heart would break at the recollection of the speeches she had overheard.
"To be sure, I will," was the cheery reply, and Miss Howard passed through Toinette's room to Cicely's. As she did so her dress created a current of air which carried a paper from Toinette's desk almost to her feet. She stooped to pick it up and hand it back to Toinette, who had sprung up to catch it, and, as she handed it to her, Miss Howard noted the telltale color spring into the girl's face.
... Then it was all over. The organ swelled once more with its tidings of joy; upon her husband's arm 'Toinette passed down the tiny aisle, tears running down her cheeks unchecked, and mingling with the smiles that chased each other like sunbeams across her happy face. Cleek was at the porch waiting for them as they came out. He reached forth a hand to each.
Then he glanced enquiringly over at Brellier, who had risen from his seat. "You have something to say about this, Mr. Brellier?" Brellier made a clicking sound with his tongue. "I'm afraid my niece has been wasting your time, sir," he said quietly, "because I happen to have used that little instrument myself five months ago. We had a dog who was hurt you remember Franco, 'Toinette?
"Yes," began 'Toinette, and then, the sound of footsteps upon the staircase interrupting her, she broke off abruptly to listen. "It is Phil's visitor," she said. Mollie got up from her seat, roused into a lazy sort of interest. "I am going to look at him," she said, and went to the window. The next minute she drew back, blushing. "He saw me," she said.
Many a climb had the expressman's horse taken up the long hill leading to Sunny Bank that morning, for, if Toinette had but few friends, she certainly had a very generous father, who meant that she should have her full share of birthday remembrances, and they kept coming thick and fast all day.
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