"Not I, Mengette, but I fear some of the others hearing such words may speak of them to the good Curé." "But the others speak as I do," protested Mengette. "There is not one of them who does not think that Jeanne D'Arc is too pious." "Attend," cried one of the lads at this moment using the peasant's expression to attract attention. "Let's see who shall be first to reach the tree. He who does so shall hang the first wreath." A gleeful shout went up at the words, and there followed a quick dash for the tree, which began before the speaker had made an end of what he was saying. Among the others Jeanne D'Arc threw up her head, laughing merrily, and darted forward. So fleet and light of foot was she that she soon distanced her companions. Easily could she have gained the goal had there not come a cry from Mengette, who at this instant stumbled and fell prone upon the grass. Like a flash Jeanne turned, and, seeing that Mengette had risen, and was standing bent over as though in pain, ran back to her. "Are you hurt, Mengette?" she asked anxiously. "'Tis pity that you fell. Where is the pain?" "In my knee," sobbed Mengette. "And now I shall have to lag behind; for walk fast I cannot. Do you run on, Jeanne. You were like to win the race, so fleet of foot were you. In truth, it seemed as though you were flying. Myself, I will reach the tree when I can." "Nenni," replied Jeanne, using the strong peasant negative. "I will walk with you. 'Tis not far now, but the way would seem long to you should you traverse it alone when in pain. There! lean on me." With a sigh of relief that she was not to be left by herself Mengette leaned heavily on the arm of her friend, though the latter was younger and smaller than she. She thought naught of this. It seemed natural to her playmates to lean upon Jeanne D'Arc. So, slowly, with much groaning on Mengette's part, the two friends came presently to the Fairy Tree, where the rest of the party were already assembled. On the border of the Bois Chesnu (the woods of oaks), stood an ancient beech tree overhanging the highroad. "In Spring," said the peasants of the valley, "the tree is as fair as lily flowers, the leaves and branches sweep the ground." It had many names, but was usually spoken of as l'Arbre-des-Fées. Once upon a time, when the lords and ladies of Bourlemont dwelt at the castle which stood before the village, it had been called "The Ladies' Tree." For then the high born dames and their cavaliers feasted and danced about it with each renewal of Spring. But the castle had long been deserted, so the children had come to claim the tree for their own. They called it The Fairy Tree, because it was believed that in the olden time the fairies used it for a trysting place. So now, with bursts of song and laughter, the girls hung their garlands upon its ancient branches, then joining hands the lads and the lassies formed a ring, and circled around the tree, singing gayly.