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Abbé le Grand thinks that "Perrette" was meant for Peronne instead of a mistress of Louis of that name. But this conjecture seems the only basis for the very deep-rooted tradition that Peronne was a word Louis could not bear to have uttered. The city is well plundered, nothing remains but rubbish.
While these two accomplices were talking, Francine had reached the Square where she was to sing. "Hurry up, Perrette! How about that sauce? Have you forgotten the parsley?" And the proprietor of the Veau Sauté tore about in the most distracted manner.
And then, considering the price he will fetch, what is to prevent my putting into our stable a cow and a calf? I can fancy how the calf will frisk about among the sheep!" Thereupon Perrette herself frisked for joy, transported with the picture of her affluence. Over toppled the milk! Adieu to calf and cow and pig and broods!
Laurent Perrette, living with Glazer, said that he had often seen a lady call on his mistress with Sainte-Croix; that the footman told him she was the Marquise de Brinvilliers; that he would wager his head on it that they came to Glazer's to make poison; that when they came they used to leave their carriage at the Foire Saint-Germain.
It came to Europe before the Arabian Nights and became popular in La Fontaine's fable of Perrette who counted her chickens before they were hatched, as the popular phrase puts it. In such a case one can only give a reproduction of the literary source, and it is a problem which of the various forms which appear in the folk books should be chosen.
Wisdom is a treasure which never embarrasses. A young country woman named Perrette set out one morning from her little dairy-farm with a pail of milk which she cleverly balanced upon her head over a pad or cushion.
John Crow's head was broken by the coffin which fell upon him. Alas for the poor priest! he went to heaven with the parishioner he thought only to bury. In reality, life over and over again is nothing but the fate of the Rev. John Crow who counted on his dead, and of Perrette who counted on her chickens. Who does not run after Fortune?
"Well! then let us feel easy," continued Dumay, "and believe that misfortune has closed his account with us." "God grant it!" answered Madame Mignon. "You will see him, Dumay; but I shall only hear him. There is much of sadness in my joy." At this moment Modeste, happy as she was in the return of her father, was, nevertheless, pacing her room disconsolate as Perrette on seeing her eggs broken.
"Guillemette Maugerepuis, just look at that bull's muzzle; it only lacks the horns. It can't be your husband." "Another!" "Belly of the pope! what sort of a grimace is that?" "Hola he! that's cheating. One must show only one's face." "That damned Perrette Callebotte! she's capable of that!" "Good! Good!" "I'm stifling!" "There's a fellow whose ears won't go through!" Etc., etc.
This lady of wealth had to leave, with tearful eyes, her dissipated fortunes, and go straight to her husband framing excuses to avoid a beating. The farce became known to the whole countryside, and people called Perrette by the name of "Milkpail" ever after. Who has never talked wildly? Who has never built castles in Spain?
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