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Rose meanwhile had run quite wild, but she had been Destournier's companion in his walks, in his canoe journeys; sometimes with Marie Gaudrion, she was in and out of the settlement, and as she understood a little of the several Indian languages, she was quite a favorite; but Destournier felt troubled about her at times.
Mère Gaudrion had said, "Jules will make a good husband, if he is clumsy and not handsome. He will never beat Marie, and now he will settle to work again, and make a good living, since courting days are over." The child wondered what courting days were. Several strange ideas came into her mind. It was as if it grew suddenly and there were things in the world she would like to know about.
"Who will read to us in the long evenings and the days when the driving snow makes it seem like night. And oh, M'sieu, who will dance with me and tell me those delightful stories, and laugh at my sayings that come like birds' flights across my mind and go their way?" "You will have miladi. And there are the Gaudrion children. Pierre has a heart full of worship for you.
It was a grand time for the children, who snatched some of the liquid out of the kettle on a birch-bark ladle, and ran into the woods for it to cool. Pani had often been with them. "Let us go down to the old house," exclaimed Rose. "Do you know who is there?" "Pierre Gaudrion. He gets stone for the new walls they are laying against the fort. And there are five or six little ones."
She began to teach her to read and to play checkers. Rose did not take kindly to embroidery, but some of the Indian work interested her. With Pani and Wanamee's assistance she made baskets and curious vase-like jars. Pierre Gaudrion came up now and then, and miladi considered him quite a prodigy in several ways. When they were dull and tired miladi gave Rose dancing lessons.
Then she turned away and went out on the gallery, with a curiously swelling heart. Oh, why was not Marie Gaudrion different? What made people so unlike. If there was some one "Ha, little maid, where are you running to so fast?" exclaimed a laughing voice. "Have you seen my sister yet?" Eustache Boullé caught her arm, but she shook him off, and stood up squarely, facing him.
To be sure, there is Pierre Gaudrion, who hangs about awkwardly, now and then." "She will never marry Pierre Gaudrion. She is of too fine stuff." "A foundling! Who knows aught about her? Most Frenchmen like a well-born mother for their children." "She is in no haste for a husband. But do not let us dispute about her. You excite yourself too much. Think seriously of this project.
Often she was a merry romp, climbing rocks, out in a canoe, which she had learned to manage perfectly, though sometimes Pani accompanied her, sometimes Pierre Gaudrion, who was growing fast and making himself very useful to Du Parc. As for the Sieur, he found much to engross his attention. There was a new trading company that had the privilege of eleven years.
M. Hébert says they will sweep each other off after a while. And they are very cruel. You will see the French do not fight the French." Alas, young Pierre Gaudrion, already Catholic and Huguenot were at war: one fighting for the right to live in a certain liberty of belief, the other thinking they did God a service by undertaking their extermination.
"Yes, he has been killed by the cruel savages. But we have brought home his body. Who is with her?" "Wanamee and Madawando, who is saying charms over her. She is the medicine woman who brought back the Gaudrion baby when he was dead. Oh, can you not make her bring back M. Giffard? Miladi will surely die of grief. Couldn't they put some one in his place?
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