She was a prodigious favorite. "Welcome,
Amelie!" said he, "the sight of you is like flowers in June. What a
glorious time you have had, growing taller and prettier every day
all the time I have been sleeping by camp-fires in the forests of
Acadia! But you girls are all alike; why, I hardly knew my own
pretty Agathe when I came home. The saucy minx almost kissed my
eyes out--to dry the tears of joy in them, she said!"
Amelie blushed deeply at the praises bestowed upon her, yet felt
glad to know that her godfather retained all his old affection.
"Where is Le Gardeur?" asked he, as she took his arm and walked a
few paces apart from the throng.
Amelie colored deeply, and hesitated a moment. "I do not know,
godfather! We have not seen Le Gardeur since our arrival." Then
after a nervous silence she added, "I have been told that he is at
Beaumanoir, hunting with His Excellency the Intendant."
La Corne, seeing her embarrassment, understood the reluctance of her
avowal, and sympathized with it. An angry light flashed beneath his
shaggy eyelashes, but he suppressed his thoughts.
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