What records they keep , and what rewards they prepare for those who are so busy with their work and play that they forget who may be watching their back windows with clearer eyes and truer charity than any inquisitive old lady with a pen in her hand ? LITTLE MARIE OF LEHON . ` Here comes our pretty little girl , ' I said to Kate , as we sat resting on the seat beside the footpath that leads from Dinan on the hill to Lehon in the valley . Yes , there she was , trotting toward us in her round cap , blue woollen gown , white apron , and wooden shoes . On her head was a loaf of buckwheat bread as big as a small wheel , in one hand a basket full of green stuff , while the other led an old goat , who seemed in no hurry to get home . We had often seen this rosy , bright-eyed child , had nodded to her , but never spoken , for she looked rather shy , and always seemed in haste . Now the sight of the goat reminded us of an excuse for addressing her , and as she was about to pass with the respectful little curtsey of the country , my friend said in French : -- ` Stay please . I want to speak to you . ' She stopped at once and stood looking at us under her long eyelashes in a timid yet confiding way , very pretty to see . ` We want to drink goat 's milk every morning : can you let us have it , little one ? ' ` Oh , yes , mademoiselle ! Nannette gives fine milk , and no one has yet engaged her , ' answered the child , her whole face brightening at the prospect . ` What name have you ? ' ` Marie Rosier , mademoiselle . ' ` And you live at Lehon ? ' ` 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 , XXXXX .
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