Little Saint Elizabeth and Other Stories

“There she is,” they would cry.

It was Aunt Clotilde, who had sunk forward while kneeling at prayer

The villagers did not stand in awe of her

“Uncle Bertrand,” said the child, clasping her hands

“Why is it that you cry?” she asked gently

Her strength deserted her—­she fell upon her knees in the snow

“Why,” exclaimed Fairyfoot, “I’m surprised”

“What’s the matter with the swine?” he asked

Almost immediately they found themselves in a beautiful little dell

Fairyfoot loved her in a moment, and he knelt on one knee

“There’s the cake,” he said

“Eh!  Eh!” he said.  “What!  What!  Who’s this Tootsicums?”