The woman laughed merrily, and all anxiety faded from her face. "Hark to _gran'père_--it makes me feel good, so good. No one can make us feel bad if we feel not bad ourselves. Deelson is seeck. He is not hap-py. Let us not be seeck, too. Let us be hap-py. _Allons mes enfants, est-ce que le_--" and then followed more smooth syllables that 'Tilda Jane did not understand.