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late

Others who had coain P'tit Maitre had been there, and with hiht die

But death had passed her by The voice was very clear and steady with

which she spoke to Tante Lizette, brewing her tisane there in a corner

"Ef you will give oin' sleep, me"

And she did sleep; so soundly, so healthfully, that old Lizette without

coh the moonlit fields

to her own cabin in the new quarters

The first touch of the cool grayawoke La Folle She arose,

calmly, as if no tempest had shaken and threatened her existence but

yesterday

She donned her new blue cottonade and white apron, for she remembered

that this was Sunday When she had

black coffee, and drunk it with relish, she quitted the cabin and walked

across the old faain

She did not stop there as she had always done before, but crossed with a

long, steady stride as if she had done this all her life