CHAPTER II. HOW HONOR FOUND HER NEW NAME: AND HOW THEY LIVED AT THE PENSION MADELEINE
CHAPTER III. THE MOUNTAINEERS
CHAPTER IV. THE OUTGOING
CHAPTER V. BIMBO
CHAPTER VI. IN THE CHÂLET OF THE ROCKS
CHAPTER VII. ZITLI
CHAPTER VIII. THE MOUNTAIN FIRESIDE
CHAPTER IX. STORY-TELLING
CHAPTER X. COURTSHIP AND CASTLE-BUILDING
CHAPTER XI. FAREWELL TO THE CHÂLET
CHAPTER XII. STORMY WEATHER
CHAPTER XIII. THE WAY TO COVENTRY
CHAPTER XIV. THE STRANGE OLD LADY
CHAPTER XV. THE BOMBSHELL
CHAPTER XVI. THE APPLES OF ATALANTA
CHAPTER XVII. THE BLAZE OF GLORY
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“Black and red!” said Patricia Desmond. “You look like a Baltimore oriole, Honor!”
“What is that?” asked Vivette. “Bal-ti-moriole? Qu’est-ce que c’est que ça?”
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Vivette explained in turn. Her parents had married late; her father was already bald as a bat, her mother in feeble health. What would you? They had told her all simply that it would be necessary for her to earn her own living when they joined the Saints, or else to make an advantageous marriage.
“It is like that!” said Vivette, simply. “I assure thee, Moriole, I have observed, but with a microscope, every desirable parti in Vevay. There is not one with whom I would spend a day, far less my life. Enough! I desire to teach. To master the English tongue, to go to Amérique, to instruct the young in my own language —voilà! it is my secret, chérie! I confide it to thee as to the priest.”
