"What! Jeanne knows? Little Jeanne Marie, who cried? She shall say. Tell us, then, my child,—who is the dragon?" Jeanne looked wonderfully serious. "It is the tyranny of kings, is it not, chère Citoyenne?" "Very good, little one. And the lovely lady, who is the lovely lady?" "France—our beautiful France!" cried all the children together. Aline pushed the door quite wide and stepped forward, and as she came into view all the children became as quiet as mice, staring, and nudging one another. At this, and the slight rustle of Aline’s dress, Ange Desaix turned round, and uttered a cry of surprise. She was a tall woman, soft and ample of arm and bosom, with dark, silvered hair laid in classic fashion about a very nobly shaped head. Her skin was very white and soft, and her hazel eyes had a curious misty look, like the hollows of a hill brimmed with a weeping haze that never quite falls in rain. They were brooding eyes, and very peaceful, and they seemed to look right through Aline and away to some place of dreams beyond. All this was the impression of a moment—this, and the fact that the tall figure was all in white, with a large breast-knot of the same three-coloured flowers as stood in the jar. Then the motherly arms were round Aline, at once comfortable and appealing, and Mlle Desaix’ voice said caressingly, "My dear niece, a thousand welcomes!" After a moment she was quietly released, and Ange Desaix turned to the children. "Away with you, little ones, and come again to-morrow. Louise and Marthe must give up their bows, but the rest can keep them." The indescribable hubbub of a party of children preparing for departure arose, and Ange said smilingly, "We are late to-day, but on market-day some are from home, and like to know the children are safe with me." As she spoke a little procession formed itself. Each child passed before Mlle Desaix, and received a kiss and a smile. Two little girls looked very downcast. They sniffed loudly as they unpinned their ribbon bows and gave them up. "Another time you will be wise," said Ange consolingly; and Louise and Marthe went out hanging their heads. "They chattered, instead of listening," explained Mlle Desaix. "I do not like punishments, but what will you? If children do not learn self-control, they grow up so unhappy." There was an alluring simplicity in voice and manner that touched the child in Aline. To her own surprise she felt her eyes fill with tears—not the hot drops which burn and sting, but the pleasant water of sympathy, which refreshes the tired soul. On the impulse she said: "It is good of you to let me come here. I—I am very grateful, chère Mademoiselle." Ange put a hand on her arm.