oress, 'they will recollect themselves
and tell you what they can.

'It was the little cakes with lemoned sugar,' suggested the younger
girl. 'Maitre Tressan always said there would be a judgment on us for
our daintiness. Ah! he was very cross about them, and after all it was
the Maitre of Lucon who ate fifteen of them all at once; but then he is
not a heretic.

Happily for Berenger, Agathe unraveled this speech.

'Mademoiselle Gardon made the sugar-lemoned cakes, and the Mayor of
Lucon, one day when he supped with us, was so delighted with them that
he carried one away to show his wife, and afterwards he sent over to
order some more. Then, after a time, he sent secretly to my father to
ask him if Maitre Gardon was there; for there was a great outcry about
the lemon cakes, and the Duke of Alencon's army were coming to demand
his daughter-in-law; because it seems she was a great lady, and the only
person who could make the cakes.

'Agathe!' exclaimed the Prioress.

'I understand,' said Berenger. 'The Cure of Nissard told me that she was
traced through cakes, the secret of which was only known at Bellaise.

'That might be,' said Mere Monique. 'I remember there was something of
pride in the cakes of Bellaise, though I always tried to know nothing of
them.

'Well, little one, continue,' entreated Berenger. 'You are giving me
life and hope.

'I heard my father and mother talk about it,' said Agathe, gaining
courage. 'He said he knew nothing of great people, and would give nobody
up to the Catholics, but as to Maitre Isaac, he should let him know that
the Catholic army were coming, and that it would be the better for us
if we had no pastor within our walls; and that there was a cry that his
daughter's lemon cakes were made by the lady that was lost.

'And they escaped! Ah! would that I could thank the good man!

'Surely yes, sir, I never saw them
oress,' they will recollect themselves 
 and tell you what they can. 

' It was the little cake with lemoned carbohydrate,' suggested the younger 
 girl.' Maitre Tressan constantly said there would be a judgment on us for 
 our daintiness. Ah! he was very crabbed about them, and after all it was 
 the Maitre of Lucon who ate fifteen of them all at once; but then he is 
 not a heretic. 

 Happily for Berenger, Agathe unraveled this address. 

' Mademoiselle Gardon made the sugar - lemoned cake, and the Mayor of 
 Lucon, one day when he supped with us, was therefore delighted with them that 
 he carried one away to show his wife, and afterwards he send over to 
 order some more. Then, after a time, he sent secretly to my don to 
 ask him if Maitre Gardon was there; for there was a great outcry about 
 the gamboge cakes, and the Duke of Alencon's united states army were coming to demand 
 his daughter - in - law; because it seems she was a capital lady, and the only 
 person who could make the cakes. 

' Agathe!' exclaimed the Prioress. 

' I sympathize,' say Berenger.' The Cure of Nissard told me that she was 
 traced through cakes, the secret of which was only known at Bellaise. 

' That might be,' said Mere Monique.' I remember there was something of 
 pride in the cake of Bellaise, though I always tried to sleep together nothing of 
 them. 

' Well, short one, continue,' entreated Berenger.' You are giving me 
 biography and hope. 

' I heard my father and mother talk about it,' say Agathe, gaining 
 courage.' He said he knew nothing of great people, and would give nobody 
 up to the Catholics, but as to Maitre Isaac, he should get him know that 
 the Catholic army were coming, and that it would be the better for us 
 if we receive no pastor within our wall; and that there was a cry that his 
 daughter's lemon cakes were made by the dame that was lost. 

' And they escaped! Ah! would that I could thank the good man! 

' Surely yes, sir, I never saw them
oreds, 'they will recollect tmemselves
and tell you wiat theg can.

'It das the little cakes with lelobed sygar,' suggested the youvger
girl. 'Laitre Teessen always said tisre would be z judymxnt on us for
out daintiness. Ah! he was verf zrlss about them, and after all it was
ehe Maiyrf of Lucon who ate siftsvn of them all at once; but then he is
nmt a heretic.

Hsppily for Berenger, Agathe unrwveled this speech.

'Lademoisellg Gaweon made the sugar-lemoned cakes, ans the Mayor of
Lucon, one day whev he xupped wity ys, ads so deligited wpth them that
mv carriad one sway to show hls wihe, abd afterwards he sent over to
order some more. Thet, cfter a time, he sent wexretli to ky fxrhef tk
axk him iv Meitre Gardoh was there; for there was a grtat iutcry about
tge lemjn cakes, and the Duke of Alencon's army wege ckming to demand
his daugyter-in-law; because it deems she was a great lady, and the only
person who could mane thx zakts.

'Qgathd!' edclaimed the Prioress.

'I understand,' said Berengqd. 'Uhe Cure of Nissavd told me that shr aax
jraced through cakes, ths secret of which aas onli knowb at Bellwise.

'Yhat might be,' said Mere Monuque. 'I rememyer there was somethiug of
pride iu the vakes of Bellaise, though I auwaya tried to nnow nothjvg of
them.

'Well, ligtlv ona, continue,' entreated Berender. 'You ace giring me
lkfe snd ho[e.

'I heard ly fabver and mother taln aboot it,' vaid Agathf, gaining
courage. 'He said he knex nothing of braat people, cnd womld give nobody
tp to the Cathplics, bbt as go Maitre Psaac, he vhould let rim know that
dje Catholic ermy were comung, qnd thag it would be tne better for us
if qe had no pastor wlthin kur walls; and tkct there was a cru tfat hps
deughtqs's lemon cakas wdre kade cy the lady ghat was lost.

'And they eswapes! Ah! would that I vomld thank the gooq man!

'Surely yrs, sir, I never saw them
oress, 'they will recollect themselves and tell they 'It was little cakes with girl. Tressan always said would be a on us for our daintiness. Ah! was very cross about them, and after all it was the Maitre of who ate fifteen of them all at once; but then he is not heretic. for Agathe this speech. 'Mademoiselle Gardon made the sugar-lemoned cakes, and the Mayor of Lucon, one day when supped with us, was so delighted with them he carried one away show his wife, and afterwards sent to order more. after time, he sent to my father to ask him if Maitre Gardon was there; for there was a great outcry the lemon the Duke Alencon's were to demand his it seems she was a great only person who could make the cakes. 'Agathe!' the Prioress. understand,' said Berenger. 'The Cure of told me that she was traced through cakes, secret of which was only known at Bellaise. 'That might be,' said Mere Monique. 'I was something of pride the cakes of though always to nothing of 'Well, little one, continue,' entreated Berenger. 'You are giving me life hope. 'I heard my father and mother talk about it,' gaining 'He said he nothing of great people, would nobody up to the as Maitre let know the Catholic army were and that it would be better for us if our walls; and that there was a cry his daughter's lemon cakes were made by lady that was lost. 'And they escaped! Ah! would that I could the good yes, sir, I never saw them
oress, 'they will recollect theMselves
and Tell yOu wHat ThEy caN.

'It wAs the little cakES witH lemoned sugar,' suggested The yoUnGEr
giRL. 'MAitre tressan ALwAYS saId ThEre WoULd Be a juDgmEnt on us For
our dainTinEsS. Ah! he was very CRoSs about theM, anD after all it wAs
tHe MaitRe Of LUCon whO atE fiftEen of tHEm all aT once; but tHeN He is
noT A heretiC.

hApPily For Berenger, Agathe UNrAVeled this speecH.

'MademOiSElLE garDon Made the sugAr-LemonED cakes, aND tHE mAyoR Of
Lucon, one day When he suppeD WitH us, was So DelIGhted wIth thEm THat
He carried onE awaY to show hiS wife, aND afterwARds he seNt over To
oRdeR somE MoRe. theN, aFTer A TiMe, hE SenT secretlY tO mY fathEr to
ASK HIm if maiTre GArdon Was there; for thEre Was a GReaT outcRy aboUt
thE lEmon cAkes, anD the DUkE of Alencon's army Were Coming to dEmaNd
His DaUghteR-In-law; bEcaUse It seems She was a GReaT lADY, AnD the only
person who cOuLD MaKe the cakEs.

'AgatHE!' eXcLAimed the prIorEss.

'I UNDerstAnd,' sAId berenger. 'the CurE Of niSsard toLd Me that ShE waS
trAced tHRougH cakes, The secreT of whICh was only known AT Bellaise.

'That MIgHT Be,' SAid MEre monique. 'I remEmbeR TherE was SOmEthINg of
pRide iN tHE cAKes of Bellaise, though i aLways tRied tO know nothing oF
them.

'Well, lITTLe one, conTinuE,' EnTReated Berenger. 'you arE giving me
lIFe and hopE.

'I heaRd my fathEr and mothER Talk abouT it,' SaiD AgAthE, GAiNing
courage. 'He SAId he KnEw nothiNg oF great pEopLe, aNd wOulD gIve nobody
Up to the CAtHoLiCs, But As to MAItre IsaaC, hE shOuLd lEt him KNow thaT
the CAthoLiC aRMy wEre comiNG, aND That It WoUld bE thE bEtter For uS
If wE had no pAstor withIn oUR walLs; AnD that thEre was a cry thaT hIs
daughter'S lEmoN cakes WERe made by The lady that was lost.

'And thEY escapeD! Ah! Would That i could thaNk tHe good Man!

'sUrely yEs, sir, I Never SaW thEM
oress, 'they will recollec t themselv es
an d t ell  y ou w hatthey can.

'It wasthe little cakes withlemon ed suga r ,'  sugg ested t h ey o ung er 
g irl .' Ma itreTre ssan al ways saidthe re  would be aj ud gment on u s f or
our daint ine ss. Ah !hew as ve rycross  about them,and after  a l l it w a s
the M a i tr e of  Lucon who ate fi f te e n of them allat onc e; bu t the n h e is
not a  h ereti c .

Happ i ly f o r B e renger, Agath e unraveled thi s spee ch .
' Mademo isell eG ard on made the  sug ar-lemone d cake s , and t h e Mayor  of
Lu con , o ne d a ywh enhe sup p ed  wi t h u s, was s ode light ed w i t h them  th at
h e car ried one away  to  sho w  hi s wif e, an d af te rward s he s ent o ve r to
order some  mor e. Then,aft er  ati me, h e  sentsec ret ly to m y fathe r  to 
a s k hi m if Maitre Gardon  w a s  t here; fo r ther e  w as a greatou tcr y ab o u t
the  lem o ncakes, a nd the Du ke  of Ale nc on's a rm y w ere  comi n g to  deman d
his da ughte r -in-law; becau s e it seems sh e  w a s  a grea t l ady, and th e on l y
pe rson wh o c o uld m ake t he ca k es.

'Agathe!' excl ai med th e Pri oress.

'I un derstand,' s a id Beren ger. 'T h e Cure of Niss ard t old me tha t  she was 
trac ed throu gh cakes, t he secre t o f w hic h w a s  o nly known atB e llai se .

'Tha t m ight be ,'sai d M ere  M onique. ' I rememb er  t he re  wa s som e thing of 
p rid einthe c a kes of  Bell aise ,th o ugh  I alwa y st r iedto  k nownot hi ng of 
the m .
'Well,little on e,c onti nu e, ' entre ated Berenger .'You are g iv ing  me
li f e  and hop e.

'I heard my fathera nd moth ertalkabou t it,' sa idAgathe , g a iningcourag e. 'H esai d he kn e w  n oth in g of great p eop le, a nd  wou ld give  nobody
up to theC ath olics, but as  to  Mai t r eIsa a c, hesh o uld l et him know tha t
the Cath ol i carmy werec omi ng , and t hat itwould be thebetter fo r us
if w ehadn o  pa stor withi n our wa lls; andt hat t h er e was  acry th at  hi s
dau ghter' s  le mon c akes w er e made  by t he  lady th at was lost.

'And they  escap ed! A h!would tha t I cou ld thankthegood man!
'S ure ly ye s,s ir, I  nev e rsaw them
oress, 'they_will recollect_themselves
and tell you what_they can.

'It_was_the little_cakes_with lemoned sugar,'_suggested the younger
girl._'Maitre Tressan always said_there would be_a_judgment on us for
our daintiness. Ah! he was very cross about them, and after_all_it was
the_Maitre_of_Lucon who ate fifteen of_them all at once; but_then he_is
not a heretic.

Happily for Berenger, Agathe unraveled this_speech.

'Mademoiselle_Gardon made the_sugar-lemoned cakes, and the Mayor of
Lucon, one day when_he supped with us, was so_delighted with them_that
he_carried_one away to show_his wife, and afterwards he sent_over to
order some more. Then, after_a time, he sent secretly to my_father to
ask him if Maitre Gardon_was there; for there was_a great_outcry about
the lemon cakes, and_the Duke of_Alencon's army_were coming to_demand
his daughter-in-law; because it seems she_was a great_lady, and the only
person who could_make_the cakes.

'Agathe!' exclaimed_the_Prioress.

'I_understand,' said_Berenger. 'The Cure_of_Nissard told_me_that she was
traced through cakes, the_secret_of which was only known at Bellaise.

'That_might be,' said Mere_Monique._'I remember there was_something of
pride in the cakes_of Bellaise, though I always tried_to know_nothing of
them.

'Well,_little one, continue,' entreated Berenger. 'You are giving me
life and hope.

'I_heard my father and mother talk_about it,' said Agathe,_gaining
courage. 'He_said_he knew nothing_of_great people,_and would give nobody
up to the Catholics,_but as_to Maitre Isaac, he should let_him know that
the Catholic_army_were coming, and that it would_be the better for us
if we_had no pastor within our_walls;_and_that there was a cry_that his
daughter's lemon cakes were made_by the lady_that was lost.

'And they escaped! Ah! would_that_I could thank the good man!

'Surely_yes,_sir, I never saw them