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If claimants appear well, you will be responsible to them. You will please give me a receipt in due form; that is all." Tears came into Carpentier's eyes.... As he was signing the receipt M. Gerbeau stopped him. "Wait; I forgot something. "O sir!" cried Joseph, "that is too much too much." "Write!" said M. Gerbeau, laying his hand on Joseph's shoulder, "if you please.
In about fifteen days the work on the cottage was nearly done and the moving began, Celeste, and even Maggie, offering us their services. Alix seemed enchanted. "Two things, only, I lack," she said "a sofa, and something to cover the walls." One morning M. Gerbeau sent to Carpentier a horse, two fine cows and their calves, and a number of sheep and pigs.
And on the morrow, amid kisses, handshaking, regrets, tears, and waving handkerchiefs, we departed in the carriage that was to bear us far and forever from Little Paris, and the friends we shall never meet again. Suzanne and I wept like children. On the fourth day after, the carriage stopped before the door of M. Gerbeau's house. I must confess we were not over-polite to Mme. Gerbeau.
"And," said M. Gerbeau, "the stores there are full of knickknacks that would capture the desires of a queen." On returning to our flatboat Alix came into my room, where I was alone, and laying her head on my shoulder: "Françoise," she said, "I have heard mentioned today the dearest friend I ever had.
My father gave Joseph one of his cows; the other was promised to Carlo. Mme. Gerbeau was with us much, helping Alix, as were we. We often dined with her. One Sunday M. Gerbeau came for us very early and insisted that Mario and Gordon should join us. Maggie, with her usual phlegm, had declined. At dinner our host turned the conversation upon St.
Gerbeau, Patrick came running to say that "Madame 'Lix" wished to see us at once. We hastened to the cottage. "Come in, dear girls. I have a surprise for you and a great favor to ask. I heard you say, Suzanne, you had nothing to wear " "But our camayeu petticoats!" "But your camayeu petticoats." She smiled. "And they, it seems, do not tempt your vanity. You want better?"
The owner, M. Gerbeau, was a young Frenchman. He led them into the house, presented them to his wife, and offered them refreshments. Bernard to this place with all his effects in a schooner doubtless via the mouth of the river and the bay of Atchafalaya; while Joseph is all impatience to hear of the little deserted home concerning which he has inquired.
I already have a plan you shall see." The same day the work began on the Carpentier's home. The three immigrants and 'Tino fell bravely to work, and M. Gerbeau brought his carpenter and a cart-load of lumber. Two new rooms were added. The kitchen was repaired, then the stable, the dovecote, the poultry-house; the garden fences were restored; also those of the field.
Then follows in French: June 20, 1841. M. Gerbeau has dined here again. What a singular story he tells me. We talked of my grandmother and Madame Carpentier, and what does M. Gerbeau tell me but that Alix had not finished her history when my grandmother and my aunt returned, and that he had promised to get it to them. "And I kept it two years for want of an opportunity," he added.
At the same time two or three negresses, loaded down with chickens, geese, and ducks, made their appearance. Also M. Gerbeau. "What does all this mean?" asked Joseph. "This is the succession of the dead Swede," replied the generous young man. "But I have no right to his succession." "That's a question," responded M. Gerbeau. "You have inherited the house, you must inherit all.
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