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During this conference Robbins had been eyeing his fireman with growing disfavor, and as Fielding ceased, he strode suddenly up to Ovide and said to him with ill-suppressed wrath: "Before thou begins thy duties as cook, it is only right that thou shouldst say how thou larned to cook, and just how much thou knows about it.
"With Sister Ovide; her cell is so big he could get into it with his helmet on." "What do you mean?" cried Sister Ovide, "are not all our cells alike?" Thereupon the girls burst out laughing like ripe figs. One evening they increased their council by a little novice, about seventeen years of age, who appeared innocent as a new-born babe, and would have had the host without confession.
The sodden, pitiful figure in the door seemed not to have seen her. "Ovide! Ovide!" she called brokenly, staring blankly around the room. At last Delmia reached her side. Very gently she drew her into the house and closed the door. "Has Ovide not come, then?" she asked again, as she sank on the crazy rocking-chair. "Is Ovide coming?" asked her sister, wonderingly.
He glanced behind him, through his shop to the street door, where some one paused awaiting his welcome. He thought of Chester but it was Landry, with an old broad book under his elbow. "Ah, come in, Ovide." As he laid aside his apron he handed the visitor the piece of metal he had been making beautiful, and waved him to the drawing whose lines it was taking.
If tender-hearted little Mother Soulard had only known as she struggled across the Champ de Mars, muttering prayers for Marie and her nephew Ovide, her strength must surely have failed her.
Hearing this souvenir of love, the sisters suspected that the little one had gone astray through the heat of a crucifix of Poissy, and had been joking with the Sister Ovide, and drawing her out. All congratulated themselves on having so merry a jade in their company, and asked her to what adventure they were indebted for that pleasure.
I haven't got this far into life without making moral mistakes, some of them huge. But in this thing I say it only to you I'm making none. I'm neither a marrying man, a villain, nor an ass." Ovide smiled: "My wife can manage that. Maybe it's good you came here. It may well be that the young lady herself would be glad if some one explained her to you." "Hoh! does an angel need an explanation?"
"He saw everything," said she, "I was quite little; he was about nine years old, and we were playing together...." The nuns hardly being able to restrain their laughter, Sister Ovide went on
She cannot sleep or eat, and they say her sorrow may drive her mad, and that she will have to be taken to the house of the imbecile. Poor, poor Ovide, that would surely break his heart!" Unable any longer to control her sorrow, she sprang to her feet, and clasping both her arms around the statue, pleaded in a voice which started a thousand answering echoes: "Mother of us all, hearken to me.
Now, as I knew the old driver heartily disliked his little fireman whom he always dubbed an intruding foreigner and had more than once reported him to me on the ground of incompetency, I concluded his remarks were not wholly disinterested, and was about to reprove him, when Ovide, with much heartiness, replied: "Dat's not your bizness to ax me question lak dat; I'm not on de engine now."
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