I remember
how we all knelt down at last and recited our prayers until suddenly
we heard the bugle-call of Aeolus sounding close by us. The poor old
man, wild with rapture at having found us, kissed and shook us so
violently that we almost wished ourselves lost in the forest again."
The recollection of this adventure was very pleasing to Pierre. He
recalled every incident of it perfectly, and all three of them
seemed for a while transported back into the fairy-land of their
happy childhood.
The bugle-call of old Aeolus again sounded, and the three friends
rose and proceeded towards the house.
The little brook--it had never looked so bright before to Amelie--
sparkled with joy like her own eyes. The orioles and blackbirds
warbled in the bushes, and the insects which love warmth and
sunshine chirmed and chirruped among the ferns and branches as
Amelie, Pierre, and Le Gardeur walked home along the green footpath
under the avenue of elms that led to the chateau.
The Lady de Tilly received them with many pleasant words. Leading
them into the breakfast-room, she congratulated Le Gardeur upon the
satisfaction it afforded her to see her dear children, so she called
them, once more seated round her board in health and happiness.
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