120 Susette and her Troubles.

 

smile! As she spoke of “le bon
Dieu,’ I thought of the pretty
French hymns you used to try to
learn, and it gave the soft French
words a softer sound when they
were on such a happy theme. But
we could not stay there ; so making
our little present to the dear child,
we set off up the mountain. We
had not gone far, when, among a
flock of goats scattered over the
hill, we found a poor old man
sitting on a rock, with very down-
cast look, and little Pierre Laurec,
who had come to show us the
way, told us it was his father. The
poor old man was very much out