Molly Brown's Orchard Home

upposed to speak English for the benefit of the American pensionnaires at Maison Pace. "Madame Pace is some time gone at the boucher,

id Mrs. Brown, smiling at the agitation of the little maid. Mrs. Pace had evidently given he

eat and clasped her one-time friend and beloved cousin in a warm embrace. "And this is

ly Bolling of thirty years ago. She was like Molly in a way, but it was hard to realize that Molly could ever be quite so buxom as this middle-aged co

make my maid pull out forty, if it kills me in the pulling," she declared when Mrs. Brown remarked on it in the course of th

my gray hairs out," laughed Mrs. Brown; "but, Sally, you are exactly the

sed to be. But, Milly, you are exactly the same; there is not even any more

and her shoes bore the earmarks of an English boot maker, fitting her perfectly but with low heels, broad toes and heavy soles. Her hat was the o

ace gets back from market. I came early so as to avoid her and see you a moment alone. She is a kind, good soul and I am really very fond of her f

outright at the bumping bug

lly. "We were hardly in the house before Mrs. Pace actually took Mother's clothes off and put her to be

d horses could not drag me to spend a night in her house. I ask her to la Roche Craie every year and try to give her a rest, (she really works awfully hard,) but she is so busy there trying to change my housekeeper's methods and rearrange the linen presses that she gets

than I do in spite of my work

my verbs are all right. I am going to try to brace up in accent, and Molly and Judy are endeavoring to

acter, I know without meeting her that she is some spineless old maid who is afraid to call her soul her own, or that she is a hypocrite lik

id! She is independent and knows her own mind, and all of us are a little slangy, I am afra

her to come and dine with us this evening at six-thirty and to bring Miss Kean with you. We will go to the opera to hear Louise. It is wonderful and I kno

and where we should settle ourselves. We are far from affluent and want something inexpensive but, of course, respectable. Judy is to be with us; also a Miss Elise O'Brien, whose acquaintance we made on the steamer. Y

tudying art, and indeed she was quite clever. But she was such a belle and so busy drawing young men to her, that she did not give much time to any other drawing. George O'Brien was much too good for her in every way. He was one of the wittiest men I ever knew and good nature itself. It is to be hoped that the daughter

ella, too! You liked him, didn't you, Cousin Sally?" aske

ent on the Rue Brea, just across the Luxembourg Garden from here. It belongs to an American artist named Bent. He and his wife are going to Italy for the winter and would be delighted to rent it furnished, I am sure. It is very superior to many of the studios in the Latin Quarter as it has a bathroom. But I am not going to tell you an

foreign country for almost thirty years and stay so exactly like 'home folks'? Cousin Sally's accent is much more southern than yours and mine. Did you notice her 'sure' was almost 'sho' and sh

the day does not paint a young Frenchman in particularly desirable colors as the companion of girls; but she hoped that the mother's innate good sense had served to bring up the boy in the proper way. Then Molly and Judy could meet him as they would any young man from their own country, and he would understand their easy freedom of

oung journalist, making, however, but a meager salary. His father was dead. His mother, Madame d'Ochtè, was a very superior woman and recognized Sally Bolling's worth in spite of the fact that she had but a tiny dot to bestow at her marriage. She saw her son's infatuation for the American girl and gave her consent to the marriage, without which, as is the law in France, they could no

iled the exclusive Faubourg more than ever to the match; and then the death of the little cousin of Jean's, making him his uncle's heir; and finally the death of the uncle, which gave Jean the title of Marquis d'Ochtè. It meant giv

r as she could see the only way to get on was just to be yourself and not put on airs. She was very popular in the select circle to which the title of Marquise d

he message from Mrs. Brown telling her they would not be at home for dinner as they would dine out, immediately climbed to the seventh story to find out where they were to dine

the very oldest of the nobility in France. Of course she asked Miss Kean because of her frien

her report of her darling Judy. "Cousin Sally said she had been anxious to meet Miss Kean from wha

Mrs. Pace. "What are you going to wear? A dinner in the Faubourg

of Mrs. Pace's kind heart and how she humored her by seeming to let her boss her. "I have a very pretty black crêp

it off in a V. For pity sakes, don't tell Sally you are too old for low necks as she is about your age and wears décolleté gowns on every occa

other, then got out her dress an

wn or black. You must have a taxi to go in. I will attend to it for you. I hope Miss Kean will not do herself up in any fantastic, would-be artistic get-up

s with the greatest care for the occasion, realizing what it me

Opera, all in one day! I almost wish we had put off the tomb unti