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I little thought that he was left here," replied the lieutenant; "but, Babette, let me in, if you please, for the snow falls fast, and " "And you must not come in, Mr Vanslyperken," replied Babette, pushing him back. "Good heavens! what is the matter?"
My under petticoat is on the chair. I told the lords the whole truth, every word of it; and I am convinced that they believed me too. Don't pull tight all at once, Babette; how often do I tell you that? I do believe you missed a hole.
"Thirty-two years have I had this bed, wedded and single, Babette!" exclaimed the widow. "For sixteen years did I sleep on that bed with the lamented Mr Vandersloosh for sixteen years have I slept in it, a lone widow but never till now did it break down. How am I to sleep to-night? What am I to do, Babette?"
Babette walked into the room, caught the eye of the mistress, and winked and smiled. Upon which, the widow ordered Babette to empty the bread-bag and give it to Smallbones, to take on board an order repeated by Vanslyperken. Before he returned to the boat Smallbones again passed round to the yard-door. Snarleyyow was there but no signs of the red-herring.
The quadrille was ended, and the music stopped playing. The short, fat Babette, whose proportions all the exercise of waiting upon the customers could not reduce, knew quite enough English to require no further explanation. "Come, Jemmy, my hearty, take your fingers off your fiddle, and hand in your pot," continued Coble; "and then if they are not going to dance, we'll have another song.
"Believe me, if he wasn't all right my Bella wouldn't let him hang on that way." "I've heard of him." "I wish you could see that Babette Dreyfous eying my Bella! She's just green because Bella's got him." "Do you use the double stitch in your crochet, Mrs. Blondheim? That's a pretty pattern you're workin' on." "Yes. I've just finished a set of doilies you'd pay twenty-five dollars for anywhere."
Widows have not that maiden modesty to thwart their wishes, which so often prevents a true love tale from being told. And all that the widow could not tell, Babette, duly instructed, told for her, and it was understood, before the cutter's arrival, that Corporal Van Spitter was the accepted lover of the Frau Vandersloosh.
"But one can break one's neck," said the miller, "you look as though you would do so some day, you are so daring!" "One does not fall, when one does not think of it!" said Rudy. And the miller's family in Interlaken, with whom the miller and Babette were staying, begged Rudy to pay them a visit, for he was from the same canton as their relations.
It is under the sofa where Old Squint-eyes is asleep. Follow me. Throw all that grass away," she said in her old imperious way. "Let me give it to you to hold," said Rudolf. "It is also a gift from Mother Holle, and may come in useful." They walked together towards the house, Babette holding the bunch of silvery grass, and entered the kitchen. Here Babette lit the fir-branch.
But further sapient discourse on the part of Henri was summarily put an end to by his mother's ordering him to kneel down and say his prayers, and afterwards bundling him into bed, where, being sleepy, he speedily forgot all that he had been trying to talk about. Babette took more time in retiring to rest.
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