Then the naughty boy 's mother . I 'm very sure , if she put her arms round him sometimes , and smoothed that rough head of his , and spoke to him as only mothers can speak , that it would tame him far better than the scoldings and thrashings : for I know there is a true boy 's heart , warm and tender , somewhere under the jacket that gets dusted so often . As for the fine lady who lets her children do as they can , while she trims her bonnet , or makes panniers , I would n't be introduced to her on any account . But as some might think it was unjustifiable curiosity on my part to see these things , and an actionable offence to speak of them , I wo n't mention them . I sometimes wonder if the kind spirits who feel an interest in mortals ever take a look at us on the shady side which we do n't show the world , seeing the trouble , vanities , and sins which we think no one knows . If they love , pity , or condemn us ? What records they keep , and what rewards they prepare for those who are so busy with their work and play that they forget who may be watching their back windows with clearer eyes and truer charity than any inquisitive old lady with a pen in her hand ? LITTLE MARIE OF LEHON . ` Here comes our pretty little girl , ' I said to Kate , as we sat resting on the seat beside the footpath that leads from Dinan on the hill to Lehon in the valley . Yes , there she was , trotting toward us in her round cap , blue woollen gown , white apron , and wooden shoes . On her head was a loaf of buckwheat bread as big as a small wheel , in one hand a basket full of green stuff , while the other led an old goat , who seemed in no hurry to get home . We had often seen this rosy , bright-eyed child , had nodded to her , but never spoken , for she looked rather shy , and always seemed in haste . Now the sight of the goat reminded us of an excuse for addressing her , and as she was about to pass with the respectful little curtsey of the country , my friend said in French : -- ` Stay please . I want to speak to you . ' 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 XXXXX ? '
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