Her eyes were wide and trusting, and she had been portrayed by the artist in a white gown with a wide lace bertha, which revealed her sloping shoulders, while her skirts billowed out from a tiny waist.
Her hair was not black, but dark brown, similar in colour to her daughter’s and curled against her oval face. Her eyes were brown too.
Melita’s attention was recalled from the picture by hearing Rose-Marie say plaintively,
“I am tired – I am very tired.”
“You go to sleep, ma petite,” Eugénie said. “When you wake up, you will want to play with your toys.”
“I want my doll, the doll Philippe made for me.”
“I will fetch it for you,” Melita replied.
They had left the doll in the schoolroom when they went down to luncheon and she knew exactly which chair Rose-Marie had put it on.
But, when
