Francette

But to Francette he was Power and Help, and she thought of naught else, as it is not likely she would have done even at another time.

The Maid of the Whispering Hills

Fearful, trembling, tear-stained Francette crept back, and the factor took both her small hands in a tender clasp:

The Maid of the Whispering Hills

Very pretty she was in her pleading, the little Francette, with her misty eyes and the frank tears on her cheeks; and McElroy went to the river and filled his cap with water.

The Maid of the Whispering Hills

More than little Francette had beheld that baffling expression and squirmed beneath its strangeness.

The Maid of the Whispering Hills

So the long nights took toll of the little Francette and a purpose grew in her chastened heart, a purpose far too big for it.

The Maid of the Whispering Hills

At that moment there was a flurry among the pressing men around, a sound above the many voices wishing them luck, and little Francette broke through.

The Maid of the Whispering Hills

"Nay," said Francette, "but I know of one who sickens inwardly and I would give her the charm."

The Maid of the Whispering Hills

"See, M'sieu!" she cried, with the sudden sound of tears in the low voice; "read the heart of the little Francette!"

The Maid of the Whispering Hills

Strange cat of the woods, Francette could be as riotous in her tenderness as in her enmity.

The Maid of the Whispering Hills

But Francette, in whose face was an unbearable anguish, came swiftly and fell on her knees beside the bed, raising her eyes to his.

The Maid of the Whispering Hills