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"Mademoiselle," said Mademoiselle Borain, "am I to back-stitch this?" "Yes, do it firmly; I don't want to be making such an outfit as this every day." Sylvie put the same spirit of emulation into Pierrette's outfit that she had formerly put into the house. She was determined that her cousin should be as well dressed as Madame Garceland's little girl.
"Mademoiselle," said Mademoiselle Borain, "am I to back-stitch this?" "Yes, do it firmly; I don't want to be making such an outfit as this every day." Sylvie put the same spirit of emulation into Pierrette's outfit that she had formerly put into the house. She was determined that her cousin should be as well dressed as Madame Garceland's little girl.
The underclothes were quite in keeping with the visible articles of dress, for Sylvie feared the examining eyes of the various mothers. Pierrette's chemises were of fine Madapolam calico. Mademoiselle Borain had mentioned that the sub-prefect's little girls wore cambric drawers, embroidered and trimmed in the latest style. Pierrette had the same.
The underclothes were quite in keeping with the visible articles of dress, for Sylvie feared the examining eyes of the various mothers. Pierrette's chemises were of fine Madapolam calico. Mademoiselle Borain had mentioned that the sub-prefect's little girls wore cambric drawers, embroidered and trimmed in the latest style. Pierrette had the same.
"That child will make us pay through the nose!" cried Sylvie to her brother. "Stand still, my dear, and don't plague us; it is all for you and not for me," she would say to Pierrette when the child was being measured. Sometimes it was, when Pierrette would ask the seamstress some question, "Let Mademoiselle Borain do her work, and don't talk to her; it is not you who are paying for her time."
"What did you do in Brittany?" asked Rogron. "I played," she answered, naively. "Everybody played with me. Grandmamma and grandpapa they told me stories. Ah! they all loved me!" "Hey!" said Rogron; "didn't you take it easy!" Pierrette opened her eyes wide, not comprehending. "She is as stupid as an owl," said Sylvie to Mademoiselle Borain, the best seamstress in Provins.
"What did you do in Brittany?" asked Rogron. "I played," she answered, naively. "Everybody played with me. Grandmamma and grandpapa they told me stories. Ah! they all loved me!" "Hey!" said Rogron; "didn't you take it easy!" Pierrette opened her eyes wide, not comprehending. "She is as stupid as an owl," said Sylvie to Mademoiselle Borain, the best seamstress in Provins.
"That child will make us pay through the nose!" cried Sylvie to her brother. "Stand still, my dear, and don't plague us; it is all for you and not for me," she would say to Pierrette when the child was being measured. Sometimes it was, when Pierrette would ask the seamstress some question, "Let Mademoiselle Borain do her work, and don't talk to her; it is not you who are paying for her time."
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