THE STORY OF PAULINE. 385

“Henri! Henri!” replied Jeanette, “TI
fear to hear words like these. ‘Who
maketh thee to differ?’ You speak as
if there were no heaven above us, and no
God ruling over all.”

“You see God’s doings, mother, where
IT don’t,” said Henri. “Look at that
little one—there’s more lace on her little
dress than would feed and clothe my
child for a month ; and my Marie starves,
while she flits about like a fairy, as
she is,” he added, as he looked again at
her sparkling eyes and golden curls
with an admiration which he could not
restrain.

Pauline drew near him. Children like
to be admired as surely as older people.

“Ts Marie like a fairy ?” she asked.

The man covered his face with his.
hands and did not answer.

“Ts Marie pretty, like me?” perisied
Pauline.