“How absurd!” she cried with cheeks all rosy. “I’m thinking I’d like a croisson .”

“So am I,” he replied triumphant, “that proves it.”

Then they had a quarrel; she accusing him of behaviour unworthy of a child in arms, and he denying it, and bringing counter charges, until Mademoiselle Murphy laughed in sympathy, and the last croisson was eaten under a flag of truce. Then they rose, and she took his arm with a bright nod to Mile. Murphy, who cried them a merry: “ Bonjour, madame! bonjour, monsieur! ” and watched them hail a passing cab and drive away. “ Dieu! qu’il est beau ,” she sighed, adding after a moment, “Do they be married, I dunno⁠— ma foi ils ont bien l’air .”