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Show 172 Prentiss pulled the wall cord and Henry escorted five young children into the room. Elise's eyes filled with tears as she met Patrick, 10; Anatole,8: Michael,6; and Velora and Venicia, 4 year old twin girls. They bowed low and curtsied deep to show their respect for Elise. Elise pulled them to her and hugged them with the same warmth Prentiss had felt for her. They were indeed her family. She soon learned that they spoke fluent French and proper formal English. "Do you read?" asked Patrick. "Aye, that I do," said Elise. "She used to read to me," said Prentiss. "When I was six, Aunt Elise was twenty six." "I know someone who plans to print folk tales for children- if he is able to acquire another press," she spoke proudly. "Printed in a book?" said Michael. "Yes, in "a book!" "Do you think we might be able to have a copy when they're printed?" asked Velora. Elise nodded. Patrick then asked if they could each have a separate copy for their very own. "I promise you that," said. Elise. Elise was deluged with hugs and kisses and pleadings for her to come with them to France. "When will you return to England?" she asked. "Next summer," said Prentiss. "It's tradition." "Elise, isn't it time you returned home to your |
