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He was less compactly easy than Lieutenant Haviland, but he took better to overalls and sleeping in hangars and mucking in grease he whistled ragtime while Forrest Haviland hummed MacDowell. Carl's earliest flights were in the school machine, "P'tite Marie," behind Carmeau, the instructor.
"'Ma'm'selle, Ma'm'selle, he say, 'we must meet again! "She thank him and hurry away queeck. Next day we are on the river, and P'tite Louison try to do the Dance of the Blue Fox on the ice. While she do it, some one come up swift, and catch her hand and say: 'Ma'm'selle, let's do it together' like that! It take her breath away. It is M'sieu' Hadrian.
Here his voice became strained and slow. "After a long time I work my way to an Injin camp. For months I was a child in strength, all my flesh gone. When the spring come I went and dug a deeper grave for my wife, and p'tite Babette, and leave them there, where they had died.
At last he said to me, 'What day is this, Pierre? 'It is the day of the Great Birth, Babiche, I said. He made the sign of the cross, and was quiet, so quiet! but he smile to himself, and kept saying in a whisper: 'Ma p'tite Corinne! Ma p'tite Corinne! The next day we come on safe, and in a week I was back at Fort St.
Then one might have heard all the picturesque songs of the Far North "A la claire Fontaine"; "Ma Boule Roulant"; "Par derrier' chez-mon Pere"; "Isabeau s'y promene"; "P'tite Jeanneton"; "Luron, Lurette"; "Chante, Rossignol, chante"; the ever-popular "Malbrouck"; "C'est la belle Francoise"; "Alouette"; or the beautiful and tender "La Violette Dandine."
It was a little too much to expect of him! "I just ran in to see how you all were," he tried to be very casual. "See you later, Padre. 'By, p'tite Madame. 'By, Flint." He bowed again to Mary Virginia, whose color had altogether left her, and who stood there most palpably nervous and distressed. "Laurence!" The Butterfly Man spoke abruptly.
But presently she saw him leaning against the tree, and she started as from a spirit. "Monsieur!" she said "Pierre!" and stepped forward again from the doorway. He came to her, and "Ah, p'tite Lucille," he said, "you remember me, eh? and yet so many years ago!" "But you remember me," she answered, "and I have changed so much!" "It is the man who should remember, the woman may forget if she will."
And he talk about P'tite Louison, and his eyes get wet, and Emile he say his prayers to him bagosh! yes, I think. Well, at last, what you guess? M'sieu' he come and come, and at last one day, he say that he leave Montreal and go to New York, where he get a good place in a big theatre his time in Montreal is finish.
She had ruled these brothers, had been worshipped by them, for near half a century, and the romance they had kept alive had produced a grotesque sort of truth and beauty in the admiring "P'tite Louison" an affectionate name for her greatness, like "The Little Corporal" for Napoleon. She was not little, either, but above the middle height, and her hair was well streaked with grey.
P'tite Louison, she get ready quick-sapre, what fine things had she and it is all to be done in a week, while the theatre in New York wait for M'sieu'. He sit there with us, and play on the fiddle, and sing songs, and act plays, and help Florian in the barn, and Octave to mend the fence, and the Cure to fix the grape-vines on his wall.
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