The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-11-29

Eyes. and slender" 5.,@s- ..ssa, s-#eea.
ooh! A little baby man, then" ~
Wrong again, mademoiselle. He looks
bold; he has the grand cir, the noble man
ner, and g. III
Did Jean-Renaud tell you all this, 10
sette?"
mo, mademoiselle." answered the maid.
disconnected by the direct interrogation of
Of her young questiOner; "l-l-saW him
when he came in, and while they We're at
supper I peeped through the door,
IN. lie Marquis would be very angry
indeed If he knew that, Josette.'
YES mademoiselle, I know"
But what did he look like?"
Handsome! Helm! His hair curls.
it's very blonde - and his eyes! Ciel:
Bic. blue like the sea, mademoiselle. and
his cheeks red-'
Mon Dieu: Quel beau chevalier! You
must be in love with him, Josette!''
No, mademoiselle! Ills not for the
True, true" said the young chate-
laine, gravely. He is noble knifht.
doubtless. He had red cheeks you
say?"
Yes, nademoisene.''
mot like my pale ones, I suppose; but
then the English were always gross and
red in the cheek
But, mademoiselle--'
THAT will do, Josette. you weary me
with this stranger. Did you bring the
dolls?'
Here they are. mademoiselle," said the
faithful Josette, producing two elabo-
rately dressed Partisan dolls from beneath
her apron. "They came by special mes
senger from Paris last night after you
had retired''
"Oh.' exclaimed the young girl rap
turously. how beautiful they are! !
thought I had about done with dolls, but
these are so lovely. What grand danes
they are! Give them to me, Josette.''
How kind of NJ lie Marquis, mademoi-
selle," answered the maid, who was also
the foster sister and youthful confidante
of the countess, as she handed her the two
dolls.
Yes, surely" replied the little girl,
but then he's always that. He's so kind
that almost wish he would be cross with
me sometimes. think I'll marry some
body that he won't like just to make him
angry"
Jean Renaud says,' answered Josette,
shuddering in anticipation, that M. lie
Marquis is terrible when he is angry"
Dear me-" said the child, II should not
like him to be terrible-just- nicely angry.
DO you suppose the Englishman will be
''They say the English always are-but
this one doesn't look like it,
"Oh, do you KNOW said the capricious
little maiden, these are beautiful dolls,
but don't believe I like them after all as
much as old Toto
II brought her along, too" returned Jo-
settle, producing her from a pocket in her
dress. II thought you might want her,
mademoiselIe.''
ooh, give her to me!' exclaimed the
young mother, extending her hand to
take the old rag affair, Il am
tired of walking and talking, Josette.
You are SO very uninteresting this morn
ing. You can't speak of anything but
that Englishman! Let's sit down here I'M
der this beech tree and sing the dolls to
sleep. You take the two from Paris. Wen
play they're twins, and I will take poor
old Toto. She shall not be neglected for
the beautiful ladies from the city, shall
she? Poor old Toto! l shall never have
any more dolls, Josette. I certainly am
too old for them. If it were real baby,
now. a knight" continued this small
bundle Of Inconsistencies, how would
love it! But that is not to be. Helas,
Josette! Come, let us put them to Sleep
But. mademoiselle, tbs, early morn
ing responded the unimaginattYe
peasant.
Stupid, we can play it's night, can't
we? Besides, it's always good for chill
dren to take nap. Grandfather says
the more sleepy the eye in the daytime
the brighter the eye at night You sit
there and 1 will sit here. Now, sing"
The two children, with that delightful
Indifference to rank and station which
constitutes one Of the charms Of child
hood, sat down on rustic bench under
a handsome old beech tree. Though both
were about the same age. just. entering
their teens, Josette, who was the younger,
would have made two of her young mis-
tress. She had already reached her
growth, apparently, for she was tall and
large, and her splendid physical develop
ment was well set off by the picturesque
dress of the Breton peasantry. Her mis-
tress. OH the contrary, was small. slender,
fragile, undeveloped and physically as
much behind her maid as mentally she
was her superior. A great contrast be-
tween them could not have been imagined.
What shall we sing, mademoiselle?
asked Josette. 'sShall it be The Fox Gal
lant?"
mo, we'n sing Toutouie, la, la:''
Very well, will you begin?'
mo, you"
Every well. Are you ready?"
YES"
80, then"
Humming the air for a moment. the two
voices broke into the. plaintive melody of
an old Breton cradle song. the refrain of
which gave it q title. In default of a rock
ing -chair-not then indigenous to Franco
the two bodies swayed back and forth
in time to the simple lullaby, or berceuse,
the wooden sabots on one pair of large
though shapely feet patting the ground
in time with the dainty jewel-buckled
Louis Quinze slippers upon the other. The
words were primitive and childish, as be-
fits folk song at it's best, and more espe-
cially at it's beginning in the cradle song,
and the music was equally so: yet the