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Updated: May 26, 2025
"Alas! my poor little neighbor, I much fear that Papa Cretu and Ramonette will not sing much more if they wait for you to begin."
I have given them the names of good people who were the joy of my childhood, my best friends. Without reckoning, to finish the resemblance, that Papa Cretu and Ramonette were as gay and tuneful as the birds of heaven. My adopted parents were thus called. They are ridiculous names for birds, I know; but it only concerns me. Now, it was on this very subject that I saw Germain had a good heart."
Well, I cannot do it, because I never shall call my birds otherwise than Cretu and Ramonette; it would seem to me that I sacrificed them, that I forgot my kind adopted parents-wouldn't it, M. Rudolph?" "You are right-a thousand times right. Germain did not make fun of these names?"
Soon, neighbor, I hope your pretty eyes will become sparkling, your cheeks very rosy, and your songs so gay so gay that Papa Cretu and Ramonette will hardly be able to follow you." "May what you have said be true, M. Rudolph," answered Rigolette, with a heavy sigh. "Good-bye!" "Good-bye, for the present!"
"You were no longer afraid? Oh! how I should have trembled!" "Not I, after having received Madame George with great kindness, and offered his hand to Germain, the prince said to me, smiling, 'Well, my neighbor, how are Papa Cretu and Ramonette?" Finally, we left this good nobleman with our hearts rather full, for we shall see him no more.
How I run on! What will you say to me, my lord? But oh! you are so good! And then, you see, it is your fault if I chatter as much and as joyously as Papa Cretu and Ramonette, who no longer dare to rival me in singing. Indeed, M. Rudolph, I can tell you, I put it into their mouths. You will not refuse us one request, will you, my lord?
My birds are all astonished. Poor little things! they do not know what it means; two or three times Papa Cretu has sung a little to entice me. I wished to amuse him; but after a moment I began to weep; Ramonette then tried, but I could answer no more." "What singular names you have given your birds Papa Cretu, Ramonette?" "M. Rudolph, my birds are the joy of my solitude; they are my best friends.
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