"Then she is mine!" exclaimed Mlle. Genevieve.
"She is older than she looks," said Miss Babbitt.
"Her hair is young, but her eyes are not," said the former
speaker; who was a lively lady.
"French have you studied?" Madame went on.
"Not so much," I said.
"Mme. Jupon will want you."
"I am sure she is a good child," said Mme. Jupon, who was a
good-natured, plain-looking Frenchwoman without a particle of
a Frenchwoman's grace or address. "I will be charmed to have
her."
"You may go back to your place, Miss Randolph," said my
mistress. "We will arrange all the rest to-morrow."
"Shall I go back with you?" asked Mlle. Genevieve. "Do you
mind going alone?"
She spoke very kindly, but I was at a loss for her meaning. I
saw the kindness; why it showed itself in such an offer I
could not imagine.
"I am very much obliged to you, ma'am," — I began, when a
little burst of laughter stopped me. It came from all the
teachers; even Mme. Ricard was smiling.
"You are out for once, Genevieve," she said.
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