Chapter 13 No.13

A whole month went by, and after the storm peace seemed to cover Héronac. Sabine gardened with Père Anselme, and listened to his kindly, shrewd common sense, and then they read poetry in the afternoons when tea was over. They read Béranger, Fran?ois Villon, Victor Hugo, and every now and then they even dashed into de Musset!

The good Father felt