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"What a little ingrate it is! Yesterdaybreakfast, I was upon the prairie, doing--what think you?"

Hoas Annette to know?

"Well, I washer

eyes, and her ears, and all her beautiful face"

"Oh, Monsieur!" and again came the blood to her face till her cheeks

rivalled the crimson dye of the vetch at their ponies' feat Then in

a little, "What did Monsieur say about irls; and I do not think that they are as pretty as Julie's"

Then he replied with the lines, "Shells of rosy pink and silver are most like her dainty ears;

Shells wherein the fisherhears"

"Oh, indeed Monsieur, my ears are not at all beautiful like that;

indeed they're not" Then slightly changing her tone, "Perhaps le

capitaine made these about sorateful little creature it is!"

"No, but Monsieur cannot make me believe that my ears resemble

shells, coloured in pink and silver In his heart he is co my

brown skin with the snohite co how horrid mine is"

"Why, you irreconcilable little wretch, it is your complexion that

most of all I adore It is not 'broho told you that it was? The

colour of your skin I described in these lines, though you do not