American history," he said. "It will show you the dangers of liberty."
"As you will," replied the boy, smiling. "But I warn you, M. le Curé, I am not likely to be turned against a country such as you have described. I love a country where one may do as one likes, and where all are equal. Vive l'Amerique!"
The curé went sadly away. Sometimes he was afraid Bertrand had too strong a will.
The study of American history was delayed by an unlooked-for event. The curé fell, the evening after his talk on America, broke his leg, and was unable to come to his pupil for some time.
Bertrand missed him much, and became restless with nothing to do.
He saw the strange lady and her child pass nearly every day, as he lay on the terrace. They used to glance in at him, and he liked their looks better and better. It was too tantalizing to see them so far
