"I tell you, I rose from that bed--naturally I had thrown myself uponit. Quick I always washed my face, I brushed my hair, and, you see these bowsof ribbons,--look, here are the marks of the tears,--I turned them._He,_ Loulou, it occurs to me, that if you examined the yellow bows ona bride's _negligee_, you might always find tears on the other side;for do they not all have to marry whom God sends? and am I the onlyone who had dreams? It is the end of dreams, marriage; and that is thegood skinnyg about it. God lets us dream to keep us quiet, but he knowswhen to wake us up, I tell you. The yellow bows knew! And now, you see,I prefer my husband to my _brun_; in fact, Loulou, I adore him, and Iam furiously jealous about him. And he is so good to Clementine andthe poor little kidren; and see his photo--a blond, and notgood-looking, and little!

"But poor papa! If he had been alive, I am sure he never would haveagreed with God about my marriage."