re to see the meeting between rescuer and rescued.

In spite of their fears of evil they all spent a peaceful night, the
only result of their careful barricading being that it made the
servants cross, as they had to restore things to their places. The
town was apparently quiet enough too--though Mademoiselle Therese would
not allow any one to go out "in case of riot"--and when the additional
_gendarmes_ came in the evening there was little for them to do. It
was supposed that the men and employers had come to some understanding,
and that the strikers would soon return to their work.

"But, you see," Mademoiselle Therese said to Barbara, "how easily a
revolution arises in our country. With a little more provocation there
would have been barricades and the guillotine just as before."

"But while the widower and his son live so near us," Barbara replied,
"we need surely have no fear."

And, though Mademoiselle Therese looked at her sharply, the girl's face
was so sedate that the lady supposed she was treating the matter with
seriousness.

CHAPTER XVI.

BARBARA PLAYS DETECTIVE.

The morning lesson was over, and Mademoiselle Therese had betaken herself
to Barbara's couch, which the girl knew always meant that she was going
to make her an indefinite visit, and tell her some long story. This
time, it was about her visit to England and what she had done when
teaching there; and, as Barbara had heard it all before more than once,
it was a little difficult to show a proper interest in it.

"Yes," mademoiselle went on, "it was a time full of new experiences for
me, by which I hope I profited. I got on extremely well with your
countrywomen, too, and the girls all loved me, and, indeed, so did your
countrymen, for I received a great many offers of marriage while there.
I grew weary of refusing them, and was _so_ afraid of hurting their
feelings--but one cannot marry every one, can one?"

"Certainly not, mademoiselle," Barbara returned gravely. "It would be
most unwise."

"That is just what I felt. Now, the German fraeulein----"

Barbara sighed, wondering if it were the tenth or eleventh time she had
heard the tale of the "German fraeulein"; but before she had decided the
point, there was a knock at the door, and the maid-servant brought up the
message that mademoiselle was wanted below by a visitor.

She rose at once, shook out her skirt, and patted her hair.

"That is just the way," she said. "I am neve