ont St. Michel from
every side but one--and that is the sea side. I should like to see it
every way, wouldn't you? I have just made a little plan, and that is
to get up early to-morrow morning, and go out across the sand till I
can see it."

"Mademoiselle!" the boy exclaimed. "But is it safe? The sands are
treacherous, and many have been buried in them."

"Yes; I know, but there are lots of footsteps going across them in all
directions, and I saw some people out there to-day. If I follow the
footprints it will be safe, for where many can go surely one may."

It took some time for Jean to grow accustomed to the idea, and he drew
his _capucine_ a little closer round him, as if the thought of such an
adventure chilled him; then he laid his hand on Barbara's arm.

"I, too," he said, "will see the view from that side. Mademoiselle
Barbara, I will come with you."

"But your father? Would he approve, do you think?"

"But assuredly," Jean said hastily; "he wishes me to get an entire idea
of Mont St. Michel--to be permeated, in fact. It is to be an
educational visit, he said."

"Very well, then. But we must be very early and very quiet, so that we
may not disturb mademoiselle. I am not confiding in her, you
understand. Can you be ready at half-past five, so that we may be back
before coffee?"

"Assuredly--at half-past five I shall be on the terrace," and Jean's
cheeks actually glowed at the thought of the adventure. "There was so
much romance in it," he thought, and pictured how nice it would be
telling the story to Marie afterwards.

Barbara herself was very gleeful, for it was nice to be able to act
without wondering whether she was showing the younger ones a good
example or not. She felt almost as if she were back at school, and
that feeling was intensified by the little cubicle bedrooms with which
the visitors at Madame Poulard's were provided. She had been a little
anxious as to whether she would awaken at the right hour, but found, on
opening her eyes next morning, that she had plenty of time to spare.

She dressed noiselessly, for mademoiselle was sleeping in the next
room, and she did not want to rouse her, and stole down the passage and
into the terrace, where Jean was waiting for her. They were early
risers at Mont St. Michel, and the servants looked with some curiosity,
mingled perhaps with disapproval, at the couple, but they recognised
the girl as being English, and of course there was no