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He says he took a fancy to me, seeing me play 'Fanchon' at K , and brought me here and adopted me. A very likely story! No, Miriam; I am silly enough, Heaven knows, but I am not quite so silly as that. He came after me because you sent him, and because I have some claim on him he dare not forego. What is it, Miriam? Am I his daughter?"
So delicate and faint between the quilts lay the young mother, the little Fanchon, a shining wonder still in her face, and the exquisite touch of birth on her for when a child is born the mother also is born again.
All afternoon the light of indignation had been growing brighter in her eyes, though Maurice Levy's defection to the lady from New York had not fanned this flame. From the moment Fanchon had whispered familiarly in Penrod's ear, and Penrod had blushed, Marjorie had been occupied exclusively with resentment against that guilty pair.
Mary's until last year and Fanchon says she's not only a great beauty but a great dear." "Ah!" rejoined the other with masterly indifference. "Dare say dare say." "No wonder you're not interested," said Cummings cheerfully, returning to the discussion of his bass. "The old villain will take precious good care you don't come near her." Mr.
On one side is a syringa, smelling and looking like an orange-tree, a jar of roses on the table before me, fresh gathered roses, the pride of my gardener's heart. Little Fanchon is at my feet, too idle to eat the biscuits with which I am trying to tempt her, biscuits from Boston, sent to me by kind Mrs.
It was to this tableau that the lady in blue entered, following the hunt through the gates, where she stopped with a discomposed countenance. At once, however, she advanced, and with a cry of greeting, enveloped Miss Betty in a brief embrace, to the relief of the latter's confusion. It was Fanchon Bareaud, now two years emancipated from St. Mary's, and far gone in taffeta.
HER grandmother's garden was full of grass and flowers and trees, and Fanchon thought it was the prettiest garden in all the world. By this time she had pulled out her pocket-knife to cut her bread with, as they do in the village. First she munched her apple, then she began upon her bread. Presently a little bird came fluttering past her. Then a second came, and a third.
Valier for advice and help; I could not conceal my movements like a plain habitan girl." "No, my Lady," continued Fanchon, "it is not fitting that you should go to Aunt Josephte. I will bring Aunt Josephte here to you. She will be charmed to come to the city and serve a lady like you."
Be a good girl always. Goodbye." Then she kissed her. But Fanchon stood thinking at the door. "Grandmother?" she said. "What is it, little Fanchon?" "I should like to know," said Fanchon, "if there are any beautiful Princes among the birds that ate up my bread." "Now that there are no more fairies," her grandmother told her, "the birds are all birds and nothing else." "Good-bye, grandmother."
FANCHON went early one morning, like Little Red Riding-Hood, to see her grandmother, who lives right at the other end of the village. But Fanchon did not stop like little Red Riding-Hood, to gather nuts in the wood. She went straight on her way and she did not meet the wolf.
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