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Updated: June 22, 2025
"One fine Frau, Mynheer Vanslyperken very fine Frau. Babette came up to me in the street." "Oh, Babette; well, what did she say?"
Babette, if they arn't come in," cried the widow, who jumped out of her bed, and nearly shutting her door, which had been left open for ventilation, she peeped out to see who were the bold intruders; she perceived a man in black with a white staff. "What do you want?" screamed the widow, terrified. "We want Mistress Vandersloosh. Are you that person?" said the officer. "To be be sure I am.
When Rudy reached the uppermost portion of the mountain, where the rocky path leads to the valley of the Rhone, he saw in the direction of Chamouni, two bright stars, twinkling and shining in the clear streaks of blue; he thought of Babette, of himself, of his happiness and became warmed by his thoughts.
You see, my child," went on the good prelate addressing Babette, the while he laid a gently caressing hand on her hair "Another little friend has come to me who is also very sad, and though he is not crippled or ill, he is all alone in the world, which is, for one so young, a great hardship. You must be sorry for him too, as well as for your own poor playmate."
It was ten o'clock when a knock at the door aroused me, and the sunlight through the window-pane was tracing patterns on the floor. There was a note on the breakfast table, but before I opened it I knew that, save for Babette, I was alone in the house. The note was brief, unaddressed and unsigned. I have it here before me; I have meant to tear it up but I cannot.
Rudy and Babette felt that they had never seen the Alpine glow in such perfection before. "How very beautiful it is, and what happiness to be here!" exclaimed Babette. "Earth has nothing more to bestow upon me," said Rudy; "an evening like this is worth a whole life. Often have I realized my good fortune, but never more than in this moment.
As they entered the house, Nora, the parlour-maid, appeared to take their wraps. "Where is Babette?" asked Mrs. Perry, surprised to see Nora in place of her French maid. "Sure she's sick, Mrs. Perry; she do be feelin' that bad, she had to go to bed. So she bid me do the best I can for the young ladies." "I'm sorry to hear Babette is ill; I must go and see her at once." And Mrs.
Yes, it was little Babette, the witch's granddaughter. She was leading the fat peasant women a fine dance. Her hair blew over her head in the fresh breeze, till she looked like some tall flower with curling petals. Sometimes she stopped and shook her little fist at her pursuers; then off she flew again. She knew every nook and corner of the garden, and that was to her advantage.
Sometimes when they are very proud of a family name they number them. Supposing my husband were living, and my son had a son, named after himself, the little boy would be Quincy Adams Sawyer 3rd." "Madame, I must tell you. The father and the son bear the name of Quincy Adams Sawyer!" Alice regarded her as if affrighted. Then she leaped from the bed and cried: "Bring me my clothes, Babette.
Then she dusted and re-arranged the furniture, swept up the marble hearth, and assisted Babette to lay the cloth for breakfast. It was invariably her morning work; and the table looked like a picture when she had done, with its old china and sparkling silver.
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