THE WOOD FIRE AND ITS FRIENDS
she would have gone home a month since had not the master told her of our coming.
“And have broken our hearts, you lovely old gargoyle!” laughed Louis. “Don’t you dare leave the Inn. They are getting on very well at the church without you. Come, Herbert, down with you in the old Florentine. I’ll sit next so I can keep all three wooden heads in order,” and he wheeled the chair into place.
“Now, Leà—the soup!”