She put her fingers in her ears and spun round and round, going down the little decline. Then she remembered Pani, who had fallen asleep. She motioned to Pierre. "Go home," she commanded as he came toward her. "And if you ever talk about this to me again I shall tell your father. I am not for anybody. I shall not mind if I am one of St. Catherine's maids." "Jeanne--" "Go!" She made an imperative motion with her hand. He walked slowly away. She started like a mad thing and ran through the woods at the top of her speed until her anger had vanished. "Poor Pierre," she said. "This talk of marriage has set him crazy. But I could never like him, and Madame Mere just hates me." She went slowly back to Pani and sat down by her side. How tired she looked! "And I dragged her way up here," she thought remorsefully. "I'm glad she didn't wake up." So she sat there patiently and let the woman finish her nap. But her beautiful thoughts were gone and her mind was shadowed by something grave and strange that she shrank from. Then Pani stirred. "O child, I've been sleeping stupidly and you have not gathered a flower--" looking at the empty hands. "Have you been here all the time?" "No matter. Pani, am I a tyrant dragging you everywhere?" Her voice was touching with regret. "No, _cherie_. But sometimes I feel old. I've lived a great many years." "How many?" "Oh, I cannot count them up. But I am rested now. Shall we walk about a little and get my knees limber? Where is Pierre?" "He went home. Pani, it is true Marie is to be betrothed to M'sieu Beeson, and married at Christmastide." "And if the sign holds good Madame De Ber will be fortunate in marrying off her girls, for, if the first hangs on, it is bad for the rest. Rose will be much prettier, and no doubt have lovers in plenty. But it is not always the prettiest that make the best wives. Marie is sensible. They will have a grand time." "And I shall not be counted in," the child said proudly. "Jeanne, little one--" in surprise. "Madame does not like me because I go to the heretic school. And--I do not sew nor spin, nor sweep the house--" "There is no need," interrupted Pani. "No, since I do not mean to have a husband." And yet--how amusing it was--a boy and a man were ready to quarrel over her. Did ever any little girl have two lovers? "Ah, little one, smile over it now, but thou wilt change presently when the right bird whistles through the forest." "I will not come for any man's whistle." "That is only a saying, dear." They walked down the hill. Cheerful greetings met them and Pani was loaded with fruit. At the hut of Wenonah, the mistress insisted upon their coming in to supper and Jeanne consented for them both. For, although the bell rang, the gates were no longer closed at six. Marie De Ber made several efforts to see her friend, but her mother's watchful eye nipped them in the bud. One Friday afternoon they met. Wednesday following was to be the betrothal.