Never yet had she obtained the faintest clew to her search.
Looking everywhere for blue eyes and golden hair, it seemed to
Cecile that such things had faded from the earth. And now! but no,
what would bring the English girl Lovedy there?
Why should Lovedy be at Moulleau more than at any other village in
the Landes? and in any case what had the English-looking child to say
to Lovedy?
Cecile determined to put any vague hopes out of her head. They must
leave Moulleau the next morning; that she had promised Joe. Whenever
Lovedy did come across their path, she would come in very different
guise. But still, try as she would, Cecile's thoughts returned over
and over again to the golden-haired laddie, and these thoughts, which
came almost against her will, might have led to results which would
have quickly solved her difficulties, but for an event which occurred
just then.
This event, terrible and anxious, put all remembrance of the English
farm and English child far from her mind.
Joe had made rather a good day at Arcachon selling his pine cones;
and Maurice, who had gone with him, and had tried in his baby fashion
to help him, had returned to the hut very tired, and so sleepy that,
after eating a little bread and fruit, he lay down on the pine
needles and went sound asleep. Generally tired and healthy, little
Maurice slept without moving until the morning. But this night,
contrary to his wont, he found himself broad awake before Cecile or
Joe had lain down.
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