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Updated: June 22, 2025
We will not spoil our summer holiday. There is no such thing as a fiend, my dear. There are only men such as I am. Say the daisy spell over for me, Bébée. See if I do not love you a little, just as you love your flowers." She smiled, and the happy laughter came again over her face.
"He said he would come before winter," thought Bébée, every day when she rose and felt each morning cooler and grayer than the one before it; winter was near.
"I am in no trouble, dear Reine," said Bébée, scattering the potato-peels to the clacking poultry, and she smiled into the faces of the golden oxlips that nodded to her back again in sunshiny sympathy. "Not yet," said Reine, hanging her last shirt.
Bébée looked across the hut and smiled, and broke her thread. She did not know what he meant, but if she were anything that pleased him, it was well. "Who were those beautiful women?" she said suddenly, the color mounting into her cheeks. "What women, my dear?" "Those I saw at the window with you, the other night they had jewels." "Oh! women, tiresome enough.
You can just say to her, if she does not return while I am here, that I called and made myself at home for half an hour or so." And with this, Mr. Bebee passed by the girl, and made his way towards the parlor. In despair, Hannah ran back to her place in the kitchen, wondering what her mistress would say or do when Mr. Bebee found that she was at home and, moreover, in such a plight!
This had been taught to Bébée, and she went to sleep every night in the firm belief that the sixteen little angels of the Flemish prayer kept watch and ward over her bed.
"You are a flower, at any rate," they would say in return; and Bébée had been always quite content. But now she was doubtful; she was rather perplexed than sorrowful. These good friends of hers seemed to see some new sin about her.
When a creature loves much, even when it is as little and as simple a soul as Bébée, the world and all its people and all its laws and ways are as naught. They cease to exist; they are as though they had never been. Whoever recollects an outside world may play with passion, or may idle with sentiment, but does not love. She did not hear what the villagers said to her.
I go to Mayence, so I thought I would look at you one moment as I pass." Bébée ran down through the wet grass in a tumult of joy. She had never seen him so early in the day never so early as this, when nobody was up and stirring except birds and beasts and peasant folk.
And as I carry the patterns to and fro for her, because she cannot walk, it is easy to cheat her like that; and it is no harm to cheat so, you know." He was silent. "You are a good little girl, Bébée, I can see." he said at last, with a graver sound in his voice. "And who is this Annémie for whom you do so much? an old woman, I suppose." "Oh, yes, quite old; incredibly old.
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