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There was but one la over the kitchen stove The room

across fro table and

chairs Sara Lee, enveloped in a large pinafore apron, ht a pail of fresh milk Henri, with

a towel over his left arm, and in absurd mimicry of a Parisian waiter,

laid the table; and Jean, dour Jean, caught a bit of the infection, and

finding four bottles set to ith his pocketknife to fit candles

into their necks

Standing in corners, slish that

flowed froain, were

Rene and Marie It was of no use to atte officer ent out for fresh wood But Rene

could not perreat armfuls of firewood

and piled theain He would coravely, with

Sara Lee's little phrase book in hand, and read from it in a soleet a good dinner at a