but failed to understand it—"You are very complete," he said, instantly.
"Oh, yes, we are complete. We have everything, and everything is of the best."
"We have gymnastics," the Italian sister ventured to remark. "But not dangerous."
"I hope not. Is that your branch?" A question which provoked much candid hilarity on the part of the two ladies; on the subsidence of which their entertainer, glancing at his daughter, remarked that she had grown.
"Yes, but I think she has finished. She will remain little," said the French sister.
"I am not sorry. I like little women," the gentleman declared, frankly. "But I know no particular reason why my child should be short."
The nun gave a temperate shrug, as if to intimate that such things might be beyond our knowledge.
"She is in very good health; that is the best thing."
"Yes, she looks well." And the young girl's father watched her a moment. ""What do you see in the garden?" he asked, in French.
"I see many flowers," she replied, in a sweet, small voice, and with a French accent as good as his own.
"Yes, but not many good ones. However, such as they are, go out and gather some for ces dames."
The child turned to him, with her smile brightened by pleasure. "May I, truly?" she asked.
"Ah, when I tell you," said her father.
The girl glanced at the elder of the nuns.
"May I, truly, ma mère?"
"Obey monsieur your father, my child," said the sister, blushing again.
