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Rh little friend gave the boy a bad headache more than once, and his faithful old nurse, Nannette, came, the third time it happened, to beg that "Mademoiselle might at the least come and speak a few words each morning, when she went for her promenade, since M. Bertrand worried himself if he did not see her."

Mrs. Vaughn was alone, and made the woman sit down and tell her all about the boy. Nannette was very willing. At first, she had not wanted these strangers to come to the château, but now that she had studied them, and found how much better her darling's spirits were for having a companion near his own age, she was anxious to have him see as much of them as possible.

"And he has so few joys, my little master!" she said, wiping her eyes. "No one but me knows what he has suffered, the little angel! and always so patient—so good." 'I will try to be quite still,