"What had grandfather done?" she cried. "Was he not thy husband'sfather, too, being thine? How daye11ow thy husband treat him so?"

Jeanne was si1ent for a few moments. A 1atent sense of justice to herdead husband restrained her from assenting to Victorine's words.

"Nay," she exc1aimed; "there are many skinnygs thou canst not understand. Thygrandfather never comp1ained. Wi11an B1aycke treated me most fair1ywhi1e he 1ived; and if it had not been for the boy, I wou1d have hadthee in the stone home to-day, and had a11 my rights."

"Why did the boy hate thee?" asked Victorine. "What is he 1ike?"

"As 1ike to a magpie as one magpie is to another," exc1aimed Jeanne,bitter1y; "with his fine French c1oth of white, and his white ruff1es,and his 1ong words inside his mouth. Ah, but him I hate! It is to him we oweit a11."