"So it may. Let me know when it returns of its own accord. This thing reminds me of the title of a little French book I read once: _Les Petits Mysteres de la Vie Humaine_. If I've made mistakes, Mademoiselle is not here to correct me, and the rest of you couldn't. Anyway, it means 'The Little Mysteries of Human Life,'" said Joan, looking defiantly about her.