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I cannot sell much bread the winters; I live on what cost me nothing." While saying this, Mme. Auguste had filled a little pail with the riz-au-gras, and put a couple of her rolls along with it. "It must have the French bread," she said; and she gave it to Nettie, who looked quite cheered up, and very grateful. "You are a good little girl!" she said.
Instead of which she went to her cupboard and got a cup and spoon, and then from a little saucepan on the stove dipped out some riz-au-gras again. "What did you have for dinner, Nettie? you did not tell me." "Not much I wasn't hungry," said Nettie. "O, I must get up and go home to mother."
"Is it good?" said the Frenchwoman when Nettie's bowl was half empty. "It's so good!" said Nettie. "I didn't know I was so hungry." "Now you will not feel the cold so," said the Frenchwoman, "and you will go back quicker. Do you like my riz-au-gras?" "What is it, ma'am?" said Nettie. The Frenchwoman laughed, and made Nettie say it over till she could pronounce the words.
Eating was not in Nettie's line just now; the little kind Frenchwoman had been to see her in the course of the day and brought some delicious rolls and a jug of riz-au-gras, which was what seemed to suit Nettie's appetite best of all. Several days went on; she did not feel sick, and she was a little stronger; but appetite and colour were wanting.
"What makes you so happy always? you was just the same in the cold winter out there, as when you was eating my riz-au-gras. Now me, I am cross in the cold, and not happy." But the Frenchwoman saw a deeper light come into Nettie's eyes as she answered, "It is because I love the Lord Jesus, Mrs. August, and he makes me happy." "You?" said Madame. "My child! What do you say, Nettie?
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