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"Ah, the `pantry maid," he thought. "Good day, Fadette." "Does Monsieur wish for something?" "A glass of water. Thanks!" She retreated and kept her eyes lowered. "Fadette, you are charming. Has any one ever told you that?" "O, Monsieur!" blushing. "Have they?" lessening the distance between them. "Sometimes," faintly.

One would certainly regret the absence of some of the extremely original and expressive words and turns of speech current among the rural population, forms which such a method enabled her to introduce into the narrative as well as into the dialogue. La Petite Fadette is not only worthy of its predecessors but by many will be preferred to either.

In this study of a peasant heroine resides such charm as the book possesses, and the attempt was to lead on the author to the productions above alluded to, La Mareau Diable, François le Champi, and La Petite Fadette.

At Quissac I made more than one acquaintance that might have stepped out of La petite Fadette or La mare au Diable. One old woman might have been "la paisible amie," the tranquil friend, to whom the novelist dedicated a novel.

She proposed to go just as she was, and send Fadette back for all her belongings. "Aileen," he pleaded, determined to have his way, "I think you're very foolish. Really I do. There is no occasion for all this none in the world. Here you are talking at the top of your voice, scandalizing the whole neighborhood, fighting, leaving the house. It's abominable. I don't want you to do it.

Of these, "André," "La Mare au Diable," and "La Petite Fadette" are reviewed with praise in the work under consideration, while the force of criticism is expended on "Indiana," "Lelia," and "Jacques." Whatever claims the academician Victor de Laprade may have to poetic talent, he certainly sinks below mediocrity when he attempts to discuss the principles of the art he practises.

And so she wrote a "sweet song" in prose, one of the most delightful of her Bergeries, "La Petite Fadette." It was her contribution to the hatreds and agitations of the time she gave a refuge to the souls that could accept it an "Ideal of calmness and innocence and reverie." "La Petite Fadette" and "Le Meunier d'Angibault" reveal her fascinating intelligence and her idyllic imagination.

I miss Aurore and all the household down to Fadette. Yes, that is the way it is, one is so happy at your house! you are so good and so interesting. Why can't we live together, why is life always so badly arranged? Maurice seems to me to be the type of human happiness. What does he lack? Certainly, he is no more envied by anyone than by me.

But my brudder he go to die with hawful bad cold queeck, an' he send for the priest an' for me, an' tell all. I go to Governor with the priest, an' Governor gif me dat writing here." He tapped his breast, then took out a wallet and showed the paper to her. "It is life of dat Haman, voici! And so I safe him for my brudder. Dat was a bad boy, Fadette.

When she finally went down-stairs to see how the dining and reception rooms looked, and Fadette began putting away the welter of discarded garments she was a radiant vision a splendid greenish-gold figure, with gorgeous hair, smooth, soft, shapely ivory arms, a splendid neck and bust, and a swelling form. She felt beautiful, and yet she was a little nervous truly. Frank himself would be critical.