like pale
brown
paper.Of
all the
eyes
turned
towards
the
carriage,her
good-natured
eyes only
were
dropping
tears,and
it was her
sobbing
voice
alone that
broke the
silence
with an
appeal to
me:
"N'oublie
pas ton
francais,mon
cheri."In
three
months,simply
by playing
with
us,she had
taught me
not only
to speak
French but
to read it
as
well.She
was indeed
an
excellent
playmate.
In the
distance,half
way down
to the
great
gates,a
light,open
