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What was theirs, was for others also. Mamma Cretu was a plump body of thirty, clean as a new penny, lively as an eel, merry as a finch. Her husband was a regular jolly old King Cole; he had a large nose, a large mouth, always a paper cap on his head, and a face so droll oh, so droll, that you could not look at him without laughing!
"Not at all! As long as they had money they feasted: when they had none they dined on water-color as Papa Cretu called it." "And did they not think of the future?" "Oh, yes, they thought of it; but then our present and future were like Sunday and Monday summer we spent gayly and happily outside the City, the winter we got over at home."
She replied that she was well, prepared for this, and felt that she had the necessary, courage, and she hoped to find in this last visit some amelioration of the bitter sorrow she endured. While speaking thus, her sad and beautiful countenance was calm and pensive. We then started, M. Cretu giving his arm to his cousin.
My birds are all astonished. Poor little things! they do not know what it means; two or three times Papa Cretu has sung a little to entice me. I wished to amuse him; but after a moment I began to weep; Ramonette then tried, but I could answer no more." "What singular names you have given your birds Papa Cretu, Ramonette?" "M. Rudolph, my birds are the joy of my solitude; they are my best friends.
It would be something like taking dinner with Papa Cretu eating dry bread, whilst a cookery book was being read to me." "Nonsense, nonsense! You will be very happy to live after my fashion.
As soon as they had sufficient for the Sunday and Monday, and could live till then, well or ill, they were satisfied. After that if they were on short allowance, they were still contented. I remember that when we had only bread and water, Papa Cretu used to take out of his library " "He had a library?"
That's how I was brought up, and how my character was formed; I trust I have profited by it!" "To perfection, neighbor! Then they never quarreled?" "Never; oh, the biggest kind of never! Sunday, Monday, sometimes Tuesday, they had, as they called it, an outing, and took me always with them. Papa Cretu was a very good workman; when employed, he could earn what he pleased, and so could his wife too.
"Alas! my poor little neighbor, I much fear that Papa Cretu and Ramonette will not sing much more if they wait for you to begin."
She then employs a false voice, not at all suited to this line of acting, in which every thing should be natural. Madame CRETU. This actress came to Paris from Bourdeaux, preceded by a great reputation. She has been handsome: a clear voice, a good method of singing, a becoming manner of acting, insured her success.
"This was the state of affairs when, an hour after her Majesty the Empress's arrival, Madame, the Duchess of Montebello, who accompanied her as lady of honor, sent M. Cretu, her cousin at whose house she was to visit, to seek me.
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