Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
Dazed, happy, grieved, the children obeyed. They found Madame Coudert beaming above her empty counter. "Bless you," she cried, when they gave her their Mother's message, "of course you can stay! There are no pink cakes for Pierre, but who cares for cakes now that the French are once more in Rheims! And to think you have your Father back again!
The Twins were sent to say good-by to Madame Coudert, and to give her a key to the door, and then all the rest of their household goods were packed away as carefully as time permitted, in the cellar.
The country-woman told me that in a few days I should be just the same as if I had never seen Coudert." "That is not quite true; how about your stomach, for instance?" "Be quiet; you can't know anything about such things, and I am quite astonished myself." "Let me see." "Oh, no; you mustn't see, but you may feel." "All right." "Oh! please don't go there." "Why not?
"Eggs," said Pierrette promptly, "for one of your savory omelets, mamma, and a bit of cheese." The purchases were quickly made, and, having said good-night to Madame Coudert, they hurried on to the little house in the Rue Charly where they lived. When they reached home, it was already quite dark.
The day seemed long to them, for their thoughts were with their parents, but Madame Coudert was so cheerful herself; and kept them so busy they had no time to mope. Pierrette helped make the little cakes, and Pierre scraped the remains of the icing from the mixing-bowl and ate it lest any be wasted. In some ways Pierre was a very thrifty boy.
Pierre brought the little raveled-out dog, with which he was now on the friendliest terms, to see him, and Madame Coudert also came to call now and then, bringing a cake or some other dainty to the invalid. If only the Germans had gone from their trenches on the Aisne, they and every one else in Rheims would have been quite comfortable, but alas! this was not to be.
Madame Coudert was knitting, as usual, and Pierre was trying to teach the little raveled-out dog to stand on his hind legs. As their Mother appeared, the children sprang to meet her. "How is Father?" cried Pierrette. It was always the first question when they saw her. "Better," answered her Mother. "In another week or two the doctor thinks he can be moved."
An apostrophe indicates a short sounding of the preceding consonant. Proper Names Aisne Amerique Boche Charly Corbeille Coudert Fifine Jacqueline Jacques Jeanne d'Arc Marseillaise Meraut Pierre Rheims Varennes Vesle French Words and Phrases Abbe "Les Americains des Etats-Unis, duns l'uniforme de la France. Mais maintenant nous exterminons le Boche." Mille tonneurs! Que voulez-vous? Verger
She was about to enter the shop to speak to Madame Coudert, when the air was suddenly rent by a fearful roar of sound. She clasped her children in her arms. "It's like thunder," she said, patting them soothingly; "if you hear the roar you know at once that you aren't killed. Come, we must hurry to the cellar."
Coudert, of the Municipal Council, shoemaker, charged with the duty of taking silver-plate from the accused, did not know how, or was unwilling, to draw up any other than an irregular and valueless proces-verbal. On this, an accused party objected and refused to sign. "Take care, you," exclaims Coudert in a rage, "with your damned cleverness, you are playing the stubborn.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking