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"See, big smithy-man," she said gaily, "soon will be the fete of St. Jean Baptiste, and we shall all be happy then. Louis has promised me to make a speech that will not be against the English, but only words which will tell how dear the old land is to us." "Ten to one against it!" said Lajeunesse anxiously. Then he brightened as he saw a shadow cross her face.
She never seemed to remember that she was the daughter of old Joe Lajeunesse the blacksmith, yet she never seemed to forget it. She was the wife of the Seigneur, and she was the daughter of the smithy-man too. She sat in the smithy-man's doorway with her hand in his; and she sat at the Manor table with its silver glitter, and its antique garnishings, with as real an unconsciousness.
She never seemed to remember that she was the daughter of old Joe Lajeunesse the blacksmith, yet she never seemed to forget it. She was the wife of the Seigneur, and she was the daughter of the smithy-man too. She sat in the smithy-man's doorway with her hand in his; and she sat at the Manor table with its silver glitter, and its antique garnishings, with as real an unconsciousness.
"Since then Louis has done nothing to give trouble. He only writes and dreams. If he would but dream and no more !" she added, half under her breath. "We've dreamt too much in Pontiac already," said Lajeunesse, shaking his head. Madelinette reached up her hand and laid it on his shaggy black hair. "You are a good little father, big smithy-man," she said lovingly.
"Since then Louis has done nothing to give trouble. He only writes and dreams. If he would but dream and no more !" she added, half under her breath. "We've dreamt too much in Pontiac already," said Lajeunesse, shaking his head. Madelinette reached up her hand and laid it on his shaggy black hair. "You are a good little father, big smithy-man," she said lovingly.
Her father was standing near, and with smiling face she caught from his hand the handkerchief with which he was mopping his eyes, and kissed him, saying: "I learned that from the tunes you played on your anvil, dear smithy-man." Then she turned again to look for Louis.
"See, big smithy-man," she said gaily, "soon will be the fete of St. Jean Baptiste, and we shall all be happy then. Louis has promised me to make a speech that will not be against the English, but only words which will tell how dear the old land is to us." "Ten to one against it!" said Lajeunesse anxiously. Then he brightened as he saw a shadow cross her face.
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