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Yes, indeed, le bon Dieu watches over us all." "Yes, indeed, grandmother," echoed little Baptiste, thinking of his failure on the night-line. "We may take as much trouble as we like, but it's no use unless le bon Dieu helps us. Only I don' know what de big Bourgeois say about that his raft was all broke up so bad." "Ah, oui," said Memere, looking puzzled for but a moment.
Back and forward they dashed till late afternoon, driving ringed spikes into the deals, running light ropes through the rings, and, when a good string had thus been made, going ashore to haul in. At that hauling Delima and Memere, even little André and Odillon gave a hand.
But instead, be thankful, for behold, another has been given, the little Seraphine here, that thou hast not before seen!" Big, rough, soft-hearted Baptiste knelt by the cradle, and kissed the babe gently. "It is true, Memere," he answered, "and I thank le bon Dieu for his goodness to me." But little Baptiste, lying wide awake for hours afterwards, was not thankful.
"That is true; for so I have heard always," answered Delima, with conviction; "but sometimes le bon Dieu requires one's inside to pray very loud. Certainly I trust, like you, Memere; but it would be pleasant if He would send the food the day before." "Ah, you are too anxious, like little Baptiste here," and the old woman glanced at the boy sitting by the cradle.
Everybody in the little hamlet made money that day, but the Larocques twice as much as any other family, because they had an eddy and a low shore. With the help of the people "the big Bourgeois" who owned the broken raft got it away that evening, and saved his fat contract after all. "Did I not say so?" said "Memere," at night, for the hundredth time. "Did I not say so?
"Big sturgeon?" cried the shantyman, jumping into his trousers. "Oh, but we shall have a good fish breakfast!" cried Delima. "Did I not say the blessed le bon Dieu would send plenty fish?" observed Memere. "Not a fish!" cried little Baptiste, with recovered breath. "But look! look!" and he flung open the door. The eddy was now white with planks. "Ten cents for each!" cried the boy.
"Yes, Memere," replied the boy, who was called little Baptiste to distinguish him from his father. But if I did not bait the hooks, what then? Well, I hope there will be more to-morrow than this morning, anyway." "There were enough," said the old woman, severely. "Have we not had plenty all day, Delima?" Delima made no answer. She was in doubt about the plenty which her mother-in-law spoke of.
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