Rose and Jeanne became very neighborly. Marie was a happy, commonplace wife, who really adored her rough husband, and was always extolling him. He had never learned to dance, but he was a swift skater, and could row with anybody in a match. Then there was a little son, not at all to Jeanne's liking, for he had a wide mouth and no nose to speak of. "He is not as pretty as Aurel," she said. "He will grow prettier," returned the proud grandmother, sharply. That autumn the old schoolmaster did not come back. Some other schools had been started. M. Loisel sounded his charge as to whether she would not go to Montreal to school, but she decisively declined. And now another spring had come, and Jeanne was a tall girl, but she would not put up her hair nor wear a coif. Father Rameau had been sent on a mission to St. Ignace. The new priest that came did not agree very well with Father Gilbert. He wanted to establish some Ursulines on a much stricter plan than the few sisters had been accustomed to, and there were bickerings and strained feelings. Beside, the Protestants were making some headway in the town. "It is not to be wondered at," said the new priest to many of his flock. "One could hardly tell what you are. There must be better regulations." "But we pay our tithes regularly. And Father Rameau--" "I am tired of Father Rameau!" said the priest angrily. "And the fiddling and the dancing!" "I do not like the quarreling," commented Jeanne. "And in the little chapel they all agree. They worship God, and not the Saints or the Virgin." "But the Virgin was a woman and is tender to us, and will intercede for us," interposed Pani. Jeanne went to the English school that winter but the children were not much to her mind. And now it was May, and Jeanne suddenly decided that she was tired of school. "Pierre has come home!" almost shouted Rose to the two sitting in the doorway. "And he is a big man with a heavy voice, and, would you believe, he fairly lifted mother off her feet, and she tried to box his ears, but could not, and we all laughed so. He will be at the Fete to-morrow." "Come, Pani," Jeanne said quite early, "we will hunt for some flowers. Susette Mass said we were to bring as many as we could." "But--there will be the procession and the blessings--" "And you will like that. Then we can be first to put some flowers on the shrines, maybe." That won Pani. So together they went. At the edge of the wood wild flowers had begun to bloom, and they gathered handfuls. Little maple trees just coming up had four tiny red leaves that looked like a blossom. There under a great birch tree was a small wooden temple with a weather-beaten cross on top, and on a shelf inside, raised a little from the ground, stood a plaster cast of the Virgin. Jeanne sprinkled the white blossoms of the wild strawberry all around. Pani knelt and said a little prayer. Susette Mass ran to meet them.