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In the first place, they could not do otherwise; secondly, she was never afraid with Ourson and always thought that what he decided to do was right. Ourson now arranged Violette's bed of moss in the best possible manner, took off his coat and in spite of her resistance spread it over her.
"We are lost, madam! The flames are all through the house. The doors and windows are firmly closed it is impossible to open them." "My son! my son!" cried Agnella. "My brother! my brother!" exclaimed Violette. They ran to the doors; all their efforts to open them or the windows were ineffectual. "Oh! my terrible dream!" murmured Violette. "Dear Ourson, adieu for ever!"
"Dismiss all anxiety, dear mother," said Ourson. "Am I not tall and strong? I will seek for work and you can all live on my wages." "And I, too," said Violette, "can I not assist my good mother and Passerose? In seeking work for yourself, Ourson, you can also find something for me to do." "I will go at once and seek work," said Ourson. "Adieu, mother. We will meet again, Violette."
Your mother and Violette have lived upon the air and their tears. Softly! softly! take care not to break the ladder. Madam! madam! here they are: here are Ourson's and Violette's heads Good! Step up! There you are!" Agnella, still pallid and trembling, was immovable as a statue. After having seen Violette in safety, Ourson sprang from the well and threw himself into his mother's arms.
"I passed uninjured through the flames," said Ourson, "and sought groping about for the wardrobe of my mother. The smoke suffocated and blinded me. Then I felt myself raised by the hair and cast to the bottom of this well where you have come to join me, dear Violette. "In place of finding water, or even moisture here, I felt at once a sweet, fresh air.
"But now I think of it," said Passerose, "tell me, Violette, how did you get to the bottom of that well without killing yourself?" "I did not go down purposely. I fell and Ourson received me in his arms." "All this is not very clear," said Passerose. "The fairy Drolette had something to do with it." "Yes, the good and amiable fairy," said Ourson.
"I am not called Mamma Ourson," said Agnella, laughing; "call me only Mamma." "Oh no, no! not mamma!" cried Violette, shaking her head sadly. "Mamma! mamma is lost! she was always sleeping, never walking, never taking care of poor Violette, never kissing little Violette, Mamma Ourson speaks, walks, kisses Violette and dresses her.
"I am not a bear, as you seem to suppose, but a poor boy seeking work and who would be very glad if you should give him employment." The farmer was greatly amazed to hear a bear speak. He did not know whether to fly or to interrogate him further. He resolved, however, to speak. "Who are you and from whence do you come?" "I come from the Woodland Farm and I am the son of Agnella," Ourson replied.
"'I know what I say, she answered. 'In a few days something will be wanting to complete your happiness. You will find it here. We will meet again, Ourson. Remember what I have said. "'Yes, madam; I hope it will be soon. "'When you see me again, my poor child, you will be scarcely content and then you will wish that you had never seen me. Silence and farewell.
If Ourson had followed the dictates of his heart, he would have pressed her to his bosom and covered with kisses the good and charming child who overcame her natural terror in order to assuage the grief and mortification of a poor being whom she saw unfortunate and miserable. But he feared to arouse her terrors. "She would think that I was about to devour her," he said.
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