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No, no, my sweet wife; I shall go to Altdorf, when occasion may require, without considering myself bound to observe Gessler's foolish edict." The return of Lalotte put an end to this discourse; and Annette began to assist her in taking up the supper. Lalotte was the orphan of Tell's brother.
"But I won't be a good boy, if you leave me at home," muttered the little rebel. "Then you must be whipped, sir," said his father; "for we love you too well to permit you to be naughty without punishing you." On hearing this, Henric began to weep with anger. So his father told Lalotte to put him to bed without his supper.
Jenieve Lalotte came out of the back door of her little house on Mackinac beach. The front door did not open upon either street of the village; and other domiciles were scattered with it along the strand, each little homestead having a front inclosure palisaded with oaken posts. Wooded heights sent a growth of bushes and young trees down to the pebble rim of the lake.
"The fish about here has a fine flavor, that is true. Those imps of boys, and not a stick of wood handy. Their skins shall be well warmed; just wait until I get at them." "Nay, I will get some wood. I am hungry as a bear in the thaw, when he crawls out." But Lalotte, armed with a switch, began a survey of the garden. The work had been neglected, that was plain.
"Oh, dear!" cried Henric, "but I want very much to go to the fair, and see the fun too." "Come along then," said Philip; "or we shall not get there in time to see the tumblers, or the apes and dancing bears, or the fire- eaters, or any other of the shows." It was nearly two hours before the truants were missed by Henric's mother and Lalotte; for they were all that time busy in the dairy.
Her parents had both died when she and her brother Philip were very young, and they had been adopted into the family of her kind uncle soon after his marriage with Annette. Lalotte was affectionate, sprightly, and industrious.
Its broad, good-natured upper lip thinly veiled with hairs, its fleshy eyelids and thick brows, expressed a strength which she had not, yet would gladly imitate. "Jenieve Lalotte," spoke the neighbor, "before you finish whipping your mother you had better run and whip the boys. They are throwing their shoes in the lake." "Their shoes!"
Jenieve desired to grasp her by the shoulder and walk her into the house; but when the world, especially Jean Bati' McClure's wife, is watching to see how you manage an unruly mother, it is necessary to use some adroitness. "Will you please come here, dear Mama Lalotte? Toussaint wants you." "No, I don't!" shouted Toussaint. "It is Michel Pensonneau I want, to make me some boats."
"There now, see what you have lost by being naughty children," cried Lalotte, as she led the offenders into their little bedroom. "Thy father's news is not for thy young ears, my boys," murmured William Tell, as the door closed after the unconscious children. "There is a sadness in thy voice and trouble on thy brow," said the anxious wife of Tell, looking earnestly in his face.
He blushed crimson-red at this commendation, and was just going to tell his mother all about it, when Philip, guessing his thoughts, held up his finger, and shook his head at him. When his mother and Lalotte went into the dairy to churn the butter they begged Henric and Philip to take care of Lewis and the other little ones, so that they should not get into any mischief.
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