most of her Catechism, and could have related the history of all the saints in the church; she did not find it at all impressive, though she liked coming well enough on these grand fete-days, when everyone wore their best clothes, and she could put on her very newest frock.  But our little stray Madelon, who knew of none of all these things, could find nothing better to do at last than to creep into a dark corner, between a side chapel and a confessional, crouch down, and begin to sob with all her heart.

Presently the music ceased, and the people went pouring out of the great doors of the church.  Madelon, roused by the movement around her, looked up, dried her eyes, and came out of her corner; then, following the stream, found herself once more outside, not in the cloister by the door of which she had entered, but at the top of a wide flight of steps, leading down to a large sunny Place, surrounded with houses, where a fair was going on.  She was fairly bewildered; she had never been in the town before, and though, in fact, not very far from the hotel where she was staying, she felt completely lost.

As she stood still for a moment, in the midst of the dispersing crowd, looking scared and dazed enough very likely, she once more attracted the attention of the little girl who had been kneeling near her in the church, and who now pointed her out to her parents, good, substantial-looking bourgeois.

“Comme elle a l’air drole,” said the child, “with her hair all rough, and that old cotton frock!”

“She looks as if she had lost someone,” says the kindly mother.  “I will ask her.”

“No, she had not lost anyone,” Madelon said, in answer to her inquiries, “but she did not know where she was; could Madame tell her the way to the Hotel de l’Aigle d’Or?”

“It is quite near,” Madame answered; “we are going that way; if you like to come with us, we will show it to you.”

So Madelon followed the three down the broad steps, and out into the Place, where she looked a queer figure enough, perhaps, in the midst of all the gay holiday-folk who were gathered round the booths and stalls.  She did not concern herself about that, however, for her mind was still full of what she had seen and heard in the church; and she walked on silently, till presently Madame, with some natural curiosity as to this small waif and stray she had picked up, said, “Are you staying at the hotel, ma petite?”

“Yes,” answered Madelon, “we came there last night.”

“And how was it you went to church all alone?”

“Papa had to go out,” says Madelon, getting rather red and confused, “and I was so dull by myself, and I—­I went out into the street, and got into the church by a little door at the side—­not that other one we came out at just now; so I did not know where I was, nor the way back again.”

“Then you are a stranger here, and have never been to the church before?” said Monsieur.