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Pupasse accused companion after companion of filching her sins, which each after each would violently deny, producing each her own list from her own pocket, proof to conviction of innocence, and, we may say, of guilt also. Pupasse declared they had niched it to copy, because her list was the longest and most complete.
One by one, each little girl took it, and, retiring as far as possible, would put her hand into her pocket, and, extracting her list, would copy it in full on the new paper. Then she would fold it down, and give it to the next one, until all had written. "Here, Pupasse; here are all our sins. We give them to you; you can have them."
To Pupasse herself would be meted out that "peine forte et dure," that acme of humiliation and disgrace, so intensely horrible that many a little girl in that room solemnly averred and believed she would kill herself before submitting to it. Pupasse's voluminous calico skirt would be gathered up by the hem and tied up over her head! Oh, the horrible monstrosity on the stool in the corner then!
It is Pupasse who made me laugh!" there was nothing in that paper bag reserved even from such a one. When the girl herself with native delicacy would, under the circumstances, judge it discreet to refuse, Pupasse would plead, "Oh, but take it to give me pleasure!"
Madame Joubert must have felt something of it, she must have felt something of it, for why should she volunteer? Certainly madame could not have imposed that upon her. It must have been an inspiration of the moment, or a movement, a tressaillement, of the heart. "Listen, Pupasse, my child. Go home, study your lesson well.
In a body they chorused: "But, Pupasse!" "Chère Pupasse!" "Voyons, Pupasse!" "I assure you, Pupasse!" "On the cross, Pupasse!" "Ah, Pupasse!" "We implore you, Pupasse!" The only response tears, and "I shall tell Madame Joubert." Consultations, caucuses, individual appeals, general outbursts. Pupasse stood in the corner.
Curiously, she always sought refuge in the very sanctum of punishment, her face hidden in her bended arms, her hoops standing out behind, vouchsafing nothing but tears, and the promise to tell Madame Joubert. And three o'clock approaching! And Madame Joubert imminent! But Pupasse really could not go to confession without her sins.
Father Dolomier from his face he would have been an able contestant of bonnets d'âne with Pupasse, if subjected to Madame Joubert's discipline evidently had the same method of judging as God, although the catechism class said they could dance a waltz on the end of his long nose without his perceiving it.
The effect was a half yard of black worsted galloon; nothing more, or better. Had Pupasse possessed as many heads as the hydra, she could have "coiffe'd" them all with fools' caps during one morning's recitations. She entirely monopolized the "Daily Bee." Madame Joubert was forced to borrow from "madame" the stale weekly "Courrier des Etats-Unis" for the rest of the room.
But sometimes Pupasse took it into her head to plait it in two braids, as none but the thick-haired ventured to wear it. As the little girls said, it was a petition to Heaven for "eau Quinquina." When Marcelite, the hair-dresser, came at her regular periods to visit the hair of the boarders, she would make an effort with Pupasse, plaiting her hundred hairs in a ten-strand braid.
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