Madame Valmonde had not seen Desiree and the baby for four weeks.
Madame Valmonde bent her portly figure over Desiree and kissed her, holding her an instant tenderly in her arms.
"I knew you would be astonished," laughed Desiree, "at the way he has grown.
"And the way he cries," went on Desiree, "is deafening.
Desiree's face became suffused with a glow that was happiness itself.