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looking. And what stories they had to tell their mother! About the



pigs, the cows, the mules! About riding to the mill behind Gluglu;

fishing back in the lake with their Uncle Jasper; picking pecans



with Lidie's little black brood, and hauling chips in their express

wagon. It was a thousand times more fun to haul real chips for old



lame Susie's real fire than to drag painted blocks along the

banquette on Esplanade Street!



She went with them herself to see the pigs and the cows, to

look at the darkies laying the cane, to thrash the pecan trees, and



catch fish in the back lake. She lived with them a whole week

long, giving them all of herself, and gathering and filling herself



with their young existence. They listened, breathless, when she

told them the house in Esplanade Street was crowded with workmen,



hammering, nailing, sawing, and filling the place with clatter.

They wanted. to know where their bed was; what had been done with



their rocking-horse; and where did Joe sleep, and where had Ellen

gone, and the cook? But, above all, they were fired with a desire



to see the little house around the block. Was there any place to

play? Were there any boys next door? Raoul, with pessimistic



foreboding, was convinced that there were only girls next door.

Where would they sleep, and where would papa sleep? She told them



the fairies would fix it all right.

The old Madame was charmed with Edna's visit, and showered all



manner of delicate attentions upon her. She was delighted to know

that the Esplanade Street house was in a dismantled condition. It



gave her the promise and pretext to keep the children indefinitely.

It was with a wrench and a pang that Edna left her children.



She carried away with her the sound of their voices and

the touch of their cheeks. All along the journey homeward their



presence lingered with her like the memory of a delicious song.

But by the time she had regained the city the song no longer echoed



in her soul. She was again alone.

XXXIII



It happened sometimes when Edna went to see Mademoiselle Reisz

that the little musician was absent, giving a lesson or making some



small necessary household purchase. The key was always left in a

secret hiding-place in the entry, which Edna knew. If Mademoiselle



happened to be away, Edna would usually enter and wait for her

return.



When she knocked at Mademoiselle Reisz's door one afternoon

there was no response; so unlocking the door, as usual, she entered



and found the apartment deserted, as she had expected. Her day had

been quite filled up, and it was for a rest, for a refuge, and to



talk about Robert, that she sought out her friend.

She had worked at her canvas--a young Italian character



study--all the morning, completing the work without the model; but

there had been many interruptions, some incident to her modest



housekeeping, and others of a social nature.

Madame Ratignolle had dragged herself over, avoiding the too



public thoroughfares, she said. She complained that Edna had

neglected her much of late. Besides, she was consumed with



curiosity to see the little house and the manner in which it was

conducted. She wanted to hear all about the dinner party; Monsieur



Ratignolle had left so early. What had happened after he left?

The champagne and grapes which Edna sent over were TOO delicious.



She had so little appetite; they had refreshed and toned her stomach.

Where on earth was she going to put Mr. Pontellier in that little house,



and the boys? And then she made Edna promise to go to her when her hour

of trial overtook her.



"At any time--any time of the day or night, dear," Edna

assured her.



Before leaving Madame Ratignolle said:

"In some way you seem to me like a child, Edna. You seem to



act without a certain amount of reflection which is necessary in

this life. That is the reason I want to say you mustn't mind if I



advise you to be a little careful while you are living here alone.

Why don't you have some one come and stay with you? Wouldn't



Mademoiselle Reisz come?"

"No; she wouldn't wish to come, and I shouldn't want her



always with me."

"Well, the reason--you know how evil-minded the world is--some



one was talking of Alcee Arobin visiting you. Of course, it

wouldn't matter if Mr. Arobin had not such a dreadful reputation.



Monsieur Ratignolle was telling me that his attentions alone are

considered enough to ruin a woman s name."



"Does he boast of his successes?" asked Edna, indifferently,




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