arched away across the park toward the nearest row of shops where a lunch counter migh

onder if amuse is just the right word. He tells prodigious lies. I wonde

concluded. "Where's the harm in th

ung host made no apologies as he bowed the little French girl to the ne

fers, the others ordered dough

talking until he hit upon the fact that Jeanne had traveled with gypsi

that. Tell me

truly fine, and this was to be her lucky day. Why begin it

sy van. Once more she danced with her bear down country lanes and across village squ

s, beautiful city of my dreams!" Dan

Paris would always remain the mo

l was it that he might have been looking at a marble statue. Yet there was a burning fire in his eyes, the fire of hope, of a new born dr

t is a happy little, sad little story, isn't it? As all true stories must be. There have b

mething so full of meaning, so suggestive of a kindly soul grown mellow wi

"Thank you so much for such a lovely time a

ng us so soon?" protes

o meet a new friend. She will take me to a sale. There I shall buy a package at auction. What is in the package? Who knows?

words as she danced

und you; you only and him, my white-haired friend. It shall be about your beautiful Paree. And oh, how wonderful it shall be! It has all come to me a

m for that; for is it not thus they do in her beloved France? "Grant me this!" he pleaded. "Come to

er eyes. "It is all right. My white-haire

impulsively, "I will come

any friends. We shall have a party by the open fire. We sha

ne friend, only one. And she is big as a policeman, and so strong! Mon Dieu! She is a physic

e went dan

ing you," sai

e's a m

at. And you will wr

l writ

hall we open

a? Chi

r played in a gr

"it is not what you have been that c

that other one, Petite Jeanne, and men will fig

ay, he squared his bent shoulders and took on f