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Updated: September 7, 2024
By the orders of Capi I was sent prisoner as a contemptible common deserter, and was unable to call him to account. In Poland, indeed, I had that power, but was despised as a vagabond because of my poverty.
He had the drawn face of a sick child. "How much do you charge for seats at your performance?" asked the lady. "You pay according to the pleasure we have given you." "Then, Mamma, you must pay a lot," said the child. He added something in a language that I did not understand. "My son would like to see your actors nearer." I made a sign to Capi. With delight, he sprang onto the boat.
We were still a long way from Paris. We had to go by roads covered with snow, and walk from morning till night, the north wind blowing in our faces. How sad and weary were those long tramps. Vitalis walked ahead, I at his heels, and Capi behind me. Thus in line we went onward without exchanging a word, for hours and hours, faces blue with cold, feet wet, stomachs empty.
You'll make quite a little money as Christmas draws near, but Ned and Allen must take Capi with them and he'll make the people laugh with his tricks; in that way the talent will be distributed." "Capi won't work well with any one but me," I said quickly. I could not bear to be parted from my dog. "He'll learn to work with Allen and Ned easy," said my father; "we'll get more money this way."
The pieces of wood were all spread out on the grass, and he was taught that with his paw he must draw out the letter for which he was asked. At first I made more progress than he, but if I had quicker intelligence, he had better memory. Once he learnt a thing he knew it always. He did not forget. When I made a mistake Vitalis would say: "Capi will learn to read before you, Remi."
He wanted to stop and rest by the roadside, but instead of sitting down beside him, I told him that I would climb a hill that was on the left of us and see if I could make out a village. I called Capi, but Capi also was tired, and turned a deaf ear to my call; this he usually did when he did not wish to obey me. "Are you afraid?" asked Vitalis. His question made me start off at once, alone.
When my master had finished the air from the second opera, she beckoned me to her. "I want to speak to that gentleman," she said. I was surprised, I thought she would have done better to have dropped something into the cup. Capi returned. He had collected very little more on this second round. "What does the lady want?" asked Vitalis. "To speak to you." "I have nothing to say."
As we were examining the ground for Pretty-Heart's footprints, Capi threw back his head and began to bark joyfully. He signified that we must look up, not on the ground. In the great oak standing by the hut we found him. Poor Pretty-Heart!
We had not even taken a rest on Sunday, but as all the flowers were now perfect and ready for the approaching season, it was decided that, for a reward, we were all to go and have dinner on Sunday, August 5th, with one of M. Acquin's friends, who was also a florist. Capi was to be one of the party.
He crouched down under a heap of hay out of sight, but we heard him breathe plaintively, with a little whine. Vitalis then handed me a piece of bread, and while eating his own he broke little pieces for Pretty-Heart, Capi and Dulcie. How I longed for Mother Barberin's soup ... even without butter, and the warm fire, and my little bed with the coverlets that I pulled right up to my nose.
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