French Kisses

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Liberty's Kids and the wonderful characters belong to DIC entertainment. Lisette is rightfully mine, but I give permission for anyone to use her. ~WordBird500

Chapter 5

Lisette was waiting for Sarah at the top of the stairs. Her gold hair fell to her shoulders in ringlets. Sarah smiled and steered everyone to her room.

Sarah's room was unusually messy. There were bed sheets on the floor and lots of evidence that Sarah wasn't just sleeping. There were some unfinished baby blankets, thread, empty spools, cloth, lace, and some things that Henri couldn't quite make out.

Sarah dug around in this mess for a while before remembering something. She walked to the table, which was equally unkempt; thimbles, sewing needles, cloth, and more thread were strewn across the table. Sarah cleared everything to one side. Underneath the jumble of materials was a rosy pink dress. Sarah picked it up and handed it to Lisette.

"For me?" she asked. When Sarah nodded, Lisette ran down to her room to change.

When she came back, Henri's jaw fell for a split second.

Lisette looked stunning. The pink dress fitted perfect on her. She did a pirouette before hugging Sarah, her eyes brimmed with tears. "Thank you, mon ami!"

Sarah smiled. "De rien," she said. James looked at her quizzically. "I learned a bit of French from Dr. Franklin," she said. "It means you're welcome."

After supper everyone slept well, content and happy.

Summer turned into fall. Dr. Franklin came back to a warm welcome. Lisette enjoyed hearing stories and news about France from him. Laughter downstairs meant that the two were engaged in a lively tale.

Soon Dr. Franklin had to leave again with Moses. George Washington (the general) was meeting Dr. Franklin. Sarah's baby was due soon, so all of them were reluctant to see them off.

Lisette was sitting by the window once more. It seemed so long ago that she had joined the Gazette and won their hearts. Henri sank into the chair he was sitting in. So long ago, he thought. Soon he'd have to return to France, and so long ago would be forgotten, even if he didn't want it to be. Henri sighed. France was calling, and he was her child. No matter how hard he begged to stay, she would have her way.

Oh, well.

Hey guys, it's Birdie! I'm sorry that this was also a short chapter... didn't realize until it was too late... Anyways, I'd love reviews and comments, and I'll post soon!

EDITED JULY 2019