` 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 . Yvon works much harder than I , and the father sits all day at his loom , yet he is sick and suffers much . Yes , I am truly glad to help , ' and little Marie settled the big loaf as if quite ready to bear her share of the burdens . ` Shall we go and see your father about the goat ? and if he agrees will you bring the milk fresh and warm every morning ? ' I asked , thinking that a sight of that blooming face would brighten our days for us . ` Oh , yes ! I always do it for the ladies , and you will find the milk quite fresh and warm , hey , Nannette ? '
and XXXXX laughed as she pulled the goat from the hedge where she was nibbling the young leaves .
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