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Rh smiling at him with wet eyes. "Yes, Gaspard?"

"No, madame, I thank you. I am better with a bone in my fingers, and my thoughts. I shall play my fiddle. The day will pass."

Latham's hand was on the door. "So the trees sang like the sea?" he said, smiling, for one friendly word the more.

"Yes, m'sieu', like a miracle."

"You believe in miracles, Gaspard?"

"Assuredly, madame."

"What is your idea of a miracle, Gaspard?"

"It is something that does not happen every day."

"Yet it may happen?"

"Oh yes, madame! It does."

Then the man and his wife went out across the lake to find the child.