CHAPTER THREEMarina waited anxiously as, slowly, the figure of Ellen came into view. She strained her eyes to see if the Solanges were with her, but to her disappointment, it was only a station official who was following in her wake.
“Miss Marina,” puffed Ellen, reaching her at last, “I could not find a soul who spoke English, but this chap speaks a little and he seems to want to help us.”
“You are perdu?” he asked haltingly.
“No, no,” she responded, shaking her head, “we have lost our friends.”
The man looked at her blankly for a moment. “Goodness, I wish I had paid more attention in classes.
Papa was right, I am weak at French,” admitted Marina.
“Do you remember the word for ‘friends’, miss?”
“Amis,” cried Marina, suddenly remembering, “nous avons perdus amis.”
Although poorly ex
