"I'll drop in to-morrow night, and just see how you like it," he said.
Then, with a nod, he was gone.

The old fear came back when she woke in the morning, and she tied on
her shoes with a tremble at her heart. Downstairs she stole. The first
thing she saw was a wooden ship standing on her plate. Marc had made
the ship, but Toinette had no idea it was for her.

The little ones sat round the table with their eyes on the door,
watching till Toinette should come in and be surprised.

"I wish she'd hurry," said Pierre, drumming on his bowl with a spoon.

"We all want Toinette, don't we?" said the mother, smiling as she
poured the hot porridge.

"It will be fun to see her stare," declared Marc.

"Toinette is jolly when she stares. Her eyes look big and her cheeks
grow pink. Andre Brugen thinks his sister Aline is prettiest, but I
don't. Our Toinette is ever so pretty."

"She is ever so nice, too," said Pierre. "She's as good to play with
as--as--a boy," finished triumphantly.

"Oh, I wish my Toinette would come," said Jeanneton.

Toinette waited no longer, but sped upstairs with glad tears in her
eyes. Two minutes, and down she came again visible this time. Her heart