If
only this might go on for ever! If only the street might always be
thus silent, the roof thus sheltering, the greetings of simple
friends thus comforting! She made no plans for herself, no
announcement to others of possible plans. It was enough to remain
thus, for a night at least. She was very weary, body and soul.
The pathetic droop at the corners of her brave gay mouth must have
brought sympathy to any who had known her earlier.
"We are not rich, Madame Countess," said Hector the next morning at
the breakfast table, "but, my faith, it is not so bad here. We
have not much to offer Madame, but such as it is, it is quite hers.
With what riches could she produce a hen to lay eggs more perfect
than those which madame beholds this morning? They are the eggs of
Mildred, our most special hen. And this cream, it is from our cow
Suzanne, whose like one does not find in any land for docility and
amiability of disposition. Our roof is small, but it is ours. We
have a yard so large as forty feet to the street yonder.
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