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footman。
〃Bring him inthat is； if Madame will allow it？〃 said the general；
〃he may amuse you。〃
Mouche presently appeared； in his usual state of comparative nudity。
Beholding this personification of poverty in the middle of this
luxurious dining…room； the cost of one panel of which would have been
a fortune to the bare…legged； bare…breasted； and bare…headed child； it
was impossible not to be moved by an impulse of charity。 The boy's
eyes； like blazing coals； gazed first at the luxuries of the room； and
then at those on the table。
〃Have you no mother？〃 asked Madame de Montcornet； unable otherwise to
explain the child's nakedness。
〃No； ma'am； m'ma died of grief for losing p'pa； who went to the army
in 1812 without marrying her with papers； and got frozen； saving your
presence。 But I've my Grandpa Fourchon； who is a good man；though he
does beat me bad sometimes。〃
〃How is it； my dear； that such wretched people can be found on your
estate？〃 said the countess； looking at the general。
〃Madame la comtesse；〃 said the abbe； 〃in this district we have none
but voluntary paupers。 Monsieur le comte does all he can； but we have
to do with a class of persons who are without religion and who have
but one idea； that of living at your expense。〃
〃But； my dear abbe；〃 said Blondet； 〃you are here to improve their
morals。〃
〃Monsieur；〃 replied the abbe； 〃my bishop sent me here as if on a
mission to savages； but； as I had the honor of telling him； the
savages of France cannot be reached。 They make it a law unto
themselves not to listen to us； whereas the church does get some hold
on the savages of America。〃
〃M'sieur le cure； they do help me a bit now；〃 remarked Mouche； 〃but if
I went to your church they WOULDN'T； and the other folks would make
game of my breeches。〃
〃Religion ought to begin by giving him trousers； my dear abbe；〃 said
Blondet。 〃In your foreign missions don't you begin by coaxing the
savages？〃
〃He would soon sell them；〃 answered the abbe； in a low tone； 〃besides；
my salary does not enable me to begin on that line。〃
〃Monsieur le cure is right；〃 said the general； looking at Mouche。
The policy of the little scamp was to appear not to hear what they
were saying when it was against himself。
〃The boy is intelligent enough to know good from evil；〃 continued the
count； 〃and he is old enough to work； yet he thinks of nothing but how
to commit evil without being found out。 All the keepers know him。 He
is very well aware that the master of an estate may witness a trespass
on his property and yet have no right to arrest the trespasser。 I have
known him keep his cows boldly in my meadows； though he knew I saw
him； but now； ever since I have been mayor； he runs away fast enough。〃
〃Oh； that is very wrong；〃 said the countess； 〃you should not take
other people's things； my little man。〃
〃Madame； we must eat。 My grandpa gives me more slaps than food； and
they don't fill my stomach； slaps don't。 When the cows come in I milk
'em just a little and I live on that。 Monseigneur isn't so poor but
what he'll let me drink a drop o' milk the cows get from his grass？〃
〃Perhaps he hasn't eaten anything to…day；〃 said the countess； touched
by his misery。 〃Give him some bread and the rest of that chicken； let
him have his breakfast；〃 she added； looking at the footman。 〃Where do
you sleep； my child？〃
〃Anywhere； madame； under the stars in summer； and wherever they'll let
us in winter。〃
〃How old are you？〃
〃Twelve。〃
〃There is still time to bring him up to better ways；〃 said the
countess to her husband。
〃He will make a good soldier；〃 said the general； gruffly； 〃he is well
toughened。 I went through that kind of thing myself； and here I am。〃
〃Excuse me； general； I don't belong to nobody；〃 said the boy。 〃I can't
be drafted。 My poor mother wasn't married； and I was born in a field。
I'm a son of the 'airth；' as grandpa says。 M'ma saved me from the
army； that she did！ My name ain't no more Mouche than nothing at all。
Grandpa keeps telling me all my advantages。 I'm not on the register；
and when I'm old enough to be drafted I can go all over France and
they can't take me。〃
〃Are you fond of your grandfather？〃 said the countess； trying to look
into the child's heart。
〃My！ doesn't he box my ears when he feels like it！ but then； after
all； he's such fun； he's such good company！ He says he pays himself
that way for having taught me to read and write。〃
〃Can you read？〃 asked the count。
〃Yah； I should think so； Monsieur le comte； and fine writing toojust
as true as we've got that otter。〃
〃Read that；〃 said the count； giving him a newspaper。
〃The Qu…o…ti…dienne；〃 read Mouche； hesitating only three times。
Every one； even the abbe； laughed。
〃Why do you make me read that newspaper？〃 cried Mouche； angrily。 〃My
grandpa says it is made up to please the rich； and everybody knows
later just what's in it。〃
〃The child is right； general；〃 said Blondet； 〃and he makes me long to
see my hoaxing friend again。〃
Mouche understood perfectly that he was posing for the amusement of
the company； the pupil of Pere Fourchon was worthy of his master； and
he forthwith began to cry。
〃How can you tease a child with bare feet？〃 said the countess。
〃And who thinks it quite natural that his grandfather should recoup
himself for his education by boxing his ears；〃 said Blondet。
〃Tell me； my poor little fellow； have you really caught an otter？〃
〃Yes； madame； as true as that you are the prettiest lady I have seen；
or ever shall see；〃 said the child； wiping his eyes。
〃Then show me the otter；〃 said the general。
〃Oh M'sieur le comte； my grandpa has hidden it； but it was kicking
still when we were at work at the rope…walk。 Send for my grandpa；
please； he wants to sell it to you himself。〃
〃Take him into the kitchen；〃 said the countess to Francois； 〃and give
him his breakfast； and send Charles to fetch Pere Fourchon。 Find some
shoes； and a pair of trousers and a waistcoat for the poor child；
those who come here naked must go away clothed。〃
〃May God bless you； my beautiful lady；〃 said Mouche； departing。
〃M'sieur le cure may feel quite sure that I'll keep the things and
wear 'em fete…days； because you give 'em to me。〃
Emile and Madame Montcornet looked at each other with some surprise；
and seemed to say to the abbe； 〃The boy is not a fool！〃
〃It is quite true； madame；〃 said the abbe after the child had gone；
〃that we cannot reckon with Poverty。 I believe it has hidden excuses
of which God alone can judge；physical excuses； often congenital；
moral excuses； born in the character； produced by an order of things
that are often the result of qualities which； unhappily for society；
have no vent。 Deeds of heroism performed upon the battle…field ought
to teach us that the worst scoundrels may become heroes。 But here in
this place you ar