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Her tone was anxious, but not cross. She hurried them in to the warm fire, however, and carefully examined their feet to make sure that their shoes and stockings were not wet. "Marcelline is very kind," said Hugh, fixing his soft blue eyes on the old nurse in surprise. "At home, grandmamma's maid would have scolded me dreadfully if I had run out in the snow."

The school shone on, within its walls making glad the teacher and the pupils with ever new achievements in knowledge and excellence. Some of the vanguard Claude, Sidonie, Étienne, Madelaine, Henri, Marcelline actually going into the Third Reader. Such perfection in lessons as they told about at home such mastery of English, such satisfactory results in pronunciation and emphasis!

Joseph stopped aghast with the drawer half drawn. "Not persons of intelligence and " "All kinds. It is only some of the foolishness which they take from the slaves. Many of your best people consult the voudou horses." "Horses?" "Priestesses, you might call them," explained the Creole, "like Momselle Marcelline or 'Zabeth Philosophe." "Witches!" whispered Frowenfeld.

She didn't seem to understand the words, and I don't think I could get the right ones to tell, do you know, Marcelline?" He half sat up in bed, resting his head on his elbow, which was leaning on the pillow, and looking up in the old woman's face with his earnest blue eyes. Marcelline shook her head slowly. "No," she said, "you're right.

Now put down the cage, Chéri oh, you have put it down and let's run in again. Your pet will be quite safe, you see, but if we're not quick, Marcelline will be running out to look for us." She felt about for Hugh's hand, and having got it, turned to go. But she stopped to put her head in again for a moment at the door. "Houpet, dear," she said, "don't let Dudu come into your house.

But then Marcelline certainly was rather a funny person. "And the cochon de Barbarie, where is he to sleep, Monsieur?" she said to Hugh. Hugh looked rather distressed. "I don't know," he said. "At home he slept in his little house on a sort of balcony there was outside my window. But there isn't any balcony here besides, it's so very cold, and he's quite strange, you know."

They went at it hand over fist, and in a few moments the blacking and whiting process was so complete that both were pronounced perfect transformations and all bets were off. Faces, hands and clothes were alike befloured and besooted, until Goodman was a veritable Blackamoor while Adam Goodsport looked like a Marcelline.

And the little sleep turned out such a long one, that when poor Hugh opened his eyes, lo and behold! it was to-morrow morning there was Marcelline standing beside the bed, telling him it was time to get up, he would be late for his tutor if he did not dress himself at once. "Oh dear," exclaimed Hugh, "what a pity! I meant to stay awake all night to watch the moonlight."

I shall always call you so, then. You shall be my Prince Chéri. Don't you love fairy stories, mon cousin?" "Awfully," said Hugh, from the bottom of his soul. "I knew you would," said Jeanne triumphantly. "And oh, so do I! Marcelline says, Chéri, that the tapestry room that's the room you're going to have is full of fairy stories. I wonder if you'll find out any of them.

He looked at Marcelline, appealingly. "I daresay, while it is so cold, Madame would not mind if we put him in the cupboard in the passage," she said; but Jeanne interrupted her. "Oh no," she said. "He would be far better in the chickens' house. It's nice and warm, I know, and his cage can be in one corner.