candle. The shop
was nice and warm and full of the savoury smell of fresh baking.

"We have made our own bread lately," said Nettie, in answer to the
charge of not coming there.

"Do you make it good?" said Mme. Auguste.

"It isn't like yours, Mrs. August," said Nettie, smiling.

"If you will come and live with me next summer, I will teach you how to
do some things; and you shall not look so blue neither. Have you had
your supper?"

"No, and I am just going home to get supper. I must go, Mrs. August."

"You come in here," said the Frenchwoman; "you are my prisoner. I am all
alone, and I want somebody for company. You take off your cloak, Nettie,
and I shall give you something to keep the wind out. You do what I bid
you!"

Nettie felt too cold and weak to make any ado about complying, unless
duty had forbade; and she thought there was time enough yet. She let her
cloak drop, and took off her hood. The little back room to which Mme.
Auguste had brought her was only a trifle bigger than the bit of a shop;
but it was as cozy as it was little. A tiny stove warmed it, and kept
warm, too, a tiny iron pot and tea-kettle which were steaming away. The
bed was at one end, draped nicely with red curtains; there was a little
looking-glass, and some prints in frames round the walls; there was
Madame's little table covered with a purple cloth, and with her work and
a small clock and various pretty things on it. Mme. Auguste had gone to
a cupboard in the wall, and taken out a couple of plates and little
bowls, which she set on a little round stand; and then lifting the cover
of the pot on the stove, she ladled out a bowlful of what was in it, and
gave it to Nettie with one of her own nice crisp rolls.

"Eat that!" she said. "I shan't let you go home till you have swallowed
that to keep the cold out. It makes me all freeze to look at you."

So she filled her own bowl, and made good play with her spoon, while
between spoonfuls she looked at Nettie; and the good little woman smiled
in her heart to see how easy it was for Nettie to obey her. The savoury,
simple, comforting broth she had set before her was the best thing to
the child's delicate stomach that she had tasted for many a day.

"Is it good?" said the Frenchwoman when Nettie's bowl was half empty.

"It's so good!" said Nettie. "I didn't know I was so hungry."

"Now you will not feel the cold so," said the Frenchwoman, "and you will
go back quicker. Do you like my _ri