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I saw I more to drink, Gabriel! I can't speak again more to drink!" The voices in the next room had ceased; but in the minute of silence which now ensued, Gabriel heard his sisters kissing Perrine, and wishing her good-night. They were all three trying to go asleep again.

We moved to Miami when our daughter moved here and took sick. We live at Perrine now, but we want to come to Miami, 'cause I aint able to work, but my wife, she is younger and able to work. We don't want to go on charity any more'n we have to." JENNIE COLDER: Jennie Colder was born in Georgia on Blatches' settlement. "Blatches, he kep's big hotel, too and he kep' "right smart" slaves.

In spite of their feverish haste it seemed to little Perrine that they would never be finished. Every moment she feared that someone would come and catch them and she be arrested with them. If she could only get away. She looked about her to see if it were possible for her to leave the hut. This could easily be done, but then they would be sure to see her once she was on the road.

In a space of six yards long and a little more than three wide, six beds were placed along the length of the walls, and the passage between the beds was only one yard wide. Six people, then, had to spend the night in a place where there was scarcely room for two. Although a little window opened on the yard opposite the door, there was a rank, sharp odor which made Perrine gasp.

"No, but my mother was," replied Perrine in the same language. Without another word he went on with his reading. They were just finishing their supper when a carriage coming along the road stopped at the gate. "Why, it's Monsieur Vulfran in his carriage!" cried Rosalie, getting up from her seat and running to the gate. Perrine did not dare leave her place, but she looked towards the road.

If they didn't how do you think they'd get the seven thousand hands they've got. Just be there tomorrow morning at 6 o'clock at the gate. We must hurry now or I'll be late. Come on." She took the handle of the basket on one side and Perrine took it on the other side and they set out on the road, keeping in step down the middle.

"I not only slept there, but I worked there and I ate there, and I even gave a dinner to Rosalie, and she can tell you about it," said little Perrine eagerly, for now that she had told him her story she wanted him to know everything. "I did not leave the cabin until you sent for me to go to Saint-Pipoy, and then you told me to stay there so as to be on hand to interpret for the machinists.

"Monsieur Vulfran is going to send him here." Perrine was about to follow them into the house when Aunt Zenobie turned upon her and stopped her. "What are you coming for?" she asked. "Do you think we need you to look after her?" "Thank you for coming," called out Rosalie to Perrine. Perrine had nothing to do but to return to the factory, which she did.

She was thoughtful for a moment; then she said: "See here, I'm goin' as far as Creil, no farther. I'm buyin' odds and ends in the villages as I go along. It's on the way to Chantilly, so you come along with me. Now yell out a bit if you've got the strength: 'Rabbit skins! Rags and bones to sell!" Perrine straightened herself and cried out as she was told. "That's fine!

From the appearance of the room one could not guess, for the large table was covered with papers and magazines. Before the window stood a large Voltaire chair, upholstered in tapestry. The chair was rather worn. This seemed to indicate that the blind man sat for long hours face to face with the sky, the clouds of which he could never see. "What could you read to me?" he asked Perrine.