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She remained with them and took care of their children to whom she often recounted the adventures of Ourson and Violette. She still remains, it is said, though the genius and his queen have made her many excuses for not having carried her off in the whirlwind. "No, no," Passerose replied to all these explanations; "let us remain as we are. You forgot me once you might forget me another time.
The pie and the bread completely restored her as well as Ourson who did full honor to the repast. While eating and drinking they conversed of their past terrors and present happiness. Now, however, it was night and neither Violette nor Ourson knew which way to turn their steps in order to reach the farm. They were in the midst of a wood.
"And the dog, where is he?" Violet turned in every direction and called softly: "Ami! Ami!" No dog appeared. "Alas! Ami has gone! Poor Violette is alone alone!" Ourson took Violette's hand and she did not withdraw it but smiled sweetly. "Shall I go and seek mamma, Violette?" "No, no! Violette cannot stay all alone in this wood. Violette will go." "Come, then, with me, dear little girl.
Ourson sprang upon a ladder and passed across the flames into a granary through an open window, then descended into the room where his mother and Violette were embracing, expecting instant death. Before they had time to recognize him he seized them in his arms and cried to Passerose to follow him.
"As to this vial of perfumed oil, it is the wedding gift of the prince your cousin. I know you love perfumes, this has peculiar virtues; use it to-day. To-morrow I will return to seek you and carry you all to your kingdom," she said. "I renounce my kingdom, madam," said Ourson. "Who will govern your people?" said Agnella. "You, my mother, if you are willing," replied Ourson.
"It will not be I who will embrace you frequently, my boy," said she, in a low voice; "you prick like a real hedgehog." It was Passerose, however, to whom Agnella gave the charge of the little Ourson. He had nothing of the bear but his skin: he was the sweetest-tempered, the most knowing, the most affectionate child that ever was seen. Passerose soon loved him with all her heart.
When they returned to the house, Ourson started on his various tasks. Violette followed him everywhere, she did her best and believed that she was helping him but she was really too small to be useful. After some days had passed away, she began to wash the cups and saucers, spread the cloth, fold the linen and wipe the table.
Violette tried to walk while Ourson supported her. He succeeded in seating her on the borders of the stream where she took off her shoe and bathed her delicate little foot in the fresh flowing water. "I will run to the house, dear Violette, and bring some linen to wrap up your foot.
She was no longer allowed to carry him his dinner so he always returned to the house at midday. Violette never left the farm without Ourson. Three years after the event in the forest, Ourson saw Violette arise in the morning pale and exhausted. She was seeking him. "Come, come," she said, drawing him along, "I have something to say something to relate Oh, come!"
I have, however, one consolation: you will not be happy, because you have obtained your original beauty at the expense of that little fool, who is now frightful and repugnant and whom you will now never wish to approach. Yes! yes! weep, my handsome Ourson!
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