and took the old man's hand, gazing up into his troubled face.
"Alas, little one! To be happy at Easter, one should be like thee!"
"Ah, but no, M. Alphonse, for I am very naughty sometimes. But if one is sorry, the Lord Christ comes and makes one good."
The tears came into her blue eyes.
Alphonse bent and kissed her suddenly.
"I will come," he said.
It all seemed like a dream as he walked through the crowded streets. It seemed like a dream to be in church again—to hear the great organ roll—to see the magnificent flowers—to hear the sacred words spoken.
He could see Aimée sitting among the other little girls,—a fluttering mass of snowy veils and frocks. His eyes never left her.
When all was over, she came to him outside and pulled him down to her.
