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Allez!" she cried, giving the cow a sharp rap on her rump. "Allez! Hup!" A murmur of surprise escaped Emile. "It is not the first time madame has done that trick," he remarked under his hand, as she crossed the courtyard to regain her chair. "She is Normande," I declared, "I am certain of it by the way she said 'Eh ben! And did you not notice her walk back to her table?

It was a very solemn affair. When La Normande at last turned the corner of the Rue Pirouette the excitement was so great that the women held their breath. "She has got her diamonds on," murmured La Sarriette. "Just look how she stalks along," added Madame Lecoeur; "the stuck-up creature!" The beautiful Norman was, indeed, advancing with the mien of a queen who condescends to make peace.

She pacified him, and laid him down in her own bed. The officers came out of the little room again almost immediately, and the commissary had just made up his mind to retire, when the child, still in tears, whispered in his mother's ear: "They'll take my copy-books. Don't let them have my copy-books." "Oh, yes; that's true," cried La Normande; "there are some copy-books.

"Then tell it, slowly. While I eat this sole a la Normande. I see you've nearly finished yours, and I have scarcely begun." It was a vague and disjointed enough story, as related by Septimus Marvin. And it was the story of Loo Barebone's father. As it progressed John Turner grew redder and redder in the face, while he drank glass after glass of Burgundy.

This is a station in Normandy, and for the boys of this region nothing can substitute a good big bowl of hot vegetable soup, seasoned with the famous graisse normande and poured over thin slices of bread, the whole topped off with a glass of cider or "pure juice" as they call it.

Mademoiselle Saget appeared to be on the best of terms with La Normande, and was hanging over her in a caressing way, bringing the shawl forward to cover her the better, and listening to her angry indignation with an expression of the deepest sympathy. "You wretched coward!" exclaimed Claire, planting herself in front of her sister.

By and by a small one painted red within and green outside was discovered in Bourg-la-Reine, and I was happy ever afterwards. Much of my time was spent with the children and nurses of the family which occupied the chateau. At the cottage they called her 'La Grosse Normande. Not knowing her by any other name, I always so addressed her.

My sister, as it proved, was not sufficiently restored to leave Havre by the afternoon train; so that, as the autumn dusk began to fall, I found myself at liberty to call at the sign of the Fair Norman. I must confess that I had spent much of the interval in wondering what the disagreeable thing was that my charming friend's disagreeable cousin had been telling her. The "Belle Normande" was a modest inn in a shady bystreet, where it gave me satisfaction to think Miss Spencer must have encountered local color in abundance. There was a crooked little court, where much of the hospitality of the house was carried on; there was a staircase climbing to bedrooms on the outer side of the wall; there was a small trickling fountain with a stucco statuette in the midst of it; there was a little boy in a white cap and apron cleaning copper vessels at a conspicuous kitchen door; there was a chattering landlady, neatly laced, arranging apricots and grapes into an artistic pyramid upon a pink plate. I looked about, and on a green bench outside of an open door labelled Salle

La Normande propounded conditions of her own. She would go, but Madame Quenu must come to the door of the shop to receive her. Thus the old maid was obliged to make another couple of journeys between the two rivals before their meeting could be satisfactorily arranged.