She stopped at once and stood looking at us under her long eyelashes in a timid yet confiding way , very pretty to see . ` We want to drink goat 's milk every morning : can you let us have it , little one ? ' ` Oh , yes , mademoiselle ! Nannette gives fine milk , and no one has yet engaged her , ' answered the child , her whole face brightening at the prospect . ` What name have you ? ' ` Marie Rosier , mademoiselle . ' ` And you live at Lehon ? ' ` Yes , mademoiselle . ' ` Have you parents ? ' ` Truly , yes , of the best . My father has a loom , my mother works in the field and mill with brother Yvon , and I go to school and care for Nannette and nurse little Bebe . ' ` What school ? ' ` At the convent , mademoiselle . The good sisters teach us the catechism , also to write and read and sew . I like it much , ' and Marie glanced at the little prayer in her apron pocket , as if proud to show she could read it . ` What age have you ? ' ` Ten years , mademoiselle . ' ` You are young to do so much , for we often see you in the market buying and selling , and sometimes digging in your garden there below , and bringing water from the river . Do you love work as well as school ? ' ` Ah , no ; but mademoiselle knows it is necessary to work : every one does , and I 'm glad to do my part .
XXXXX works much harder than I , and the father sits all day at his loom , yet he is sick and suffers much .
Bebe Lehon Marie Nannette Rosier Yvon father morning prayer years