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I was no more bonne, monsieur; Delle Josephine was enough dat. I could make de hats and de bonnets for de ladees, so I come away out to Bonneroi, and I haf made de hats and de bonnets for the ladees of Bonneroi for twenty year." "Is it possible?" I said, much touched by the little story. "And the ladies of Bonneroi, are they hard to please?"
Delle Josephine was a milliner and I had been recommended to try and get a little room "sous les toits" that she sometimes had to let, during my stay in the dismal Canadian village with the grand and inappropriate name of Bonheur du Roi. Bonneroi, or Bonneroy, it was usually called.
And the good Pere Le Jeune he come to see me. He is all the frien Delle Josephine has, ah! oui Monsieur." "Ah! Bonneroi isn't much of a place, is it? Have you ever been to Quebec or Montreal?" "Ah! Quebec oui, I live there once, many years ago. I was taken when I was ver young by Madame de la Corne de la Colombiere pour une bonne; vous comprenez?" "Oh! bonne, yes, we use that word too.
Pour l'ptite Catherine. "What money there was, Pere Le Jeune must have appropriated for I saw nothing of any. After the dismal funeral, to which I went, I gathered my effects together and went to the hotel. The first day I could proceed, I returned to Montreal and have not visited Bonneroi since. The family of de la Corne de La Colombiere still reside somewhere near Quebec, I believe.
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