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"Yes," said Jeanne. "And where are our wings, if you please, Mrs. Marcelline?" Marcelline only smiled. "I went to fetch you," she said, "and of course I didn't want you to catch cold on the way back." But that was all they could get her to say, and then she carried them off to bed, and they both slept soundly till morning. "It was not a story, however, But just of old days that had been."
A girl very fair, but with crinkling hair and other signs of negro extraction, stands up and says: "I am the sister of the Hon. ," naming a high Democratic official, "and I shall not leave this school." "You may remain; your case will be investigated." "Eugénie ." A modest girl, visibly of mixed race, rises, weeping silently. "Step aside." "Marcelline V ."
"I thought you didn't much care for dolls. It was one of the things I liked you for at the first," said Hugh, in a slightly aggrieved tone of voice. Lessons were over, and the children were busy at the important business of cooking the feast. Hugh didn't mind the cooking; he had even submitted to a paper cap which Jeanne had constructed for him on the model of that of the "chef" downstairs; he found great consolation in the beating up an egg which Marcelline had got for them as a great treat, and immense satisfaction in watching the stewing, in one of Jeanne's toy pans on the nursery fire, of a preparation of squashed prunes, powdered chocolate, and bread crumbs, which was to represent a "ragout
Now, didn't you know that mamma had got a letter to-night and what it said, and was not that how you knew my wish would come true?" Marcelline smiled. "That was one way I knew, Mademoiselle," she said. "Well, it shows I'm right not to believe in fairies any way.
Did they really see fairies there?" asked Jeanne, lowering her voice a little. "Perhaps," said Marcelline; but that was all she would say, and Jeanne couldn't get her to tell her any fairy stories, and had to content herself with making them for herself instead out of the queer shapes of the burning wood of the fire.
Sometimes we are far away when those beside us think us close to them." "Yes," said Hugh, looking up suddenly, "that is true, Marcelline." What she said made him remember Dudu's remark about Jeanne the night before, that she was far, far away, and he began to feel that Marcelline understood much that she seldom alluded to. But Jeanne took it up differently.
"Marcelline," he said suddenly at last, "I don't understand you." "Do you understand yourself, my little Monsieur?" said Marcelline. "Do any of us understand ourselves? all the different selves that each of us is?" "No," said Hugh, "I daresay we don't. It is very puzzling; it's all very puzzling."
"I shouldn't mind with Chéri," said Jeanne. "You must call me some night when it's very pretty, Chéri, and we'll look at it together." Marcelline smiled and seemed pleased, which was rather funny. Most nurses would have begun scolding Jeanne for dreaming of such a thing as running about the house in the middle of the night to admire the moonlight on tapestry or on anything else.
"In the country where I lived when I was a little girl," began Marcelline, but Jeanne interrupted her. "Have you never been there since, Marcelline?" she asked. Marcelline smiled again her funny smile. "Oh dear, yes," she said; "often, very often. I should not have been near so happy as I am if I had not often visited that country." "Dear me," exclaimed Jeanne, "how very queer!
She was really rather old, how old nobody seemed exactly to know, but Jeanne thought her very old, and asked her once if she had not been her grandmother's nurse too. Any one else but Marcelline would have been offended at such a question; but Marcelline was not like any one else, and she never was offended at anything.
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