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of good family。 The mother was a good simple woman； unfortunately； and she taught Paquette nothing but a bit of embroidery and toy…making which did not prevent the little one from growing
very large and remaining very poor。 They both dwelt at Reims； on the river front； Rue de Folle…Peine。 Mark this： For I believe it was this which brought misfortune to Paquette。 In '61； the year of the coronation of our King Louis XI。 whom God preserve！ Paquette was so gay and so pretty that she was called everywhere by no other name than 〃la Chantefleurie〃blossoming song。 Poor girl！ She had handsome teeth； she was fond of laughing and displaying them。 Now； a maid who loves to laugh is on the road to weeping； handsome teeth ruin handsome eyes。 So she was la Chantefleurie。 She and her mother earned a precarious living； they had been very destitute since the death of the minstrel； their embroidery did not bring them in more than six farthings a week； which does not amount to quite two eagle liards。 Where were the days when Father Guybertant had earned twelve sous parisian； in a single coronation； with a song？ One winter （it was in that same year of '61）； when the two women had neither fagots nor firewood； it was very cold； which gave la Chantefleurie such a fine color that the men called her Paquette！* and many called her Pàquerette！** and she was ruined。Eustache； just let me see you bite that cake if you dare！We immediately perceived that she was ruined； one Sunday when she came to church with a gold cross about her neck。 At fourteen years of age！ do you see？ First it was the young Vicomte de Cormontreuil； who has his bell tower three leagues distant from Reims； then Messire Henri de Triancourt； equerry to the King； then less than that； Chiart de Beaulion； sergeant…at…arms； then； still descending； Guery Aubergeon； carver to the King； then； Mace de Frépus； barber to monsieur the dauphin； then； Thévenin le Moine； King's cook； then； the men growing continually younger and less noble； she fell to Guillaume Racine； minstrel of the hurdy gurdy and to Thierry de Mer； lamplighter。 Then； poor Chantefleurie； she belonged to every one： she had reached the last sou of her gold piece。 What shall I say to you； my damoiselles？ At the coronation； in the same year； '61； 'twas she who made the bed of the king of the debauchees！ In the same year！〃
* Ox…eye daisy。
** Easter daisy。
Mahiette sighed； and wiped away a tear which trickled from her eyes。
〃This is no very extraordinary history；〃 said Gervaise； 〃and in the whole of it I see nothing of any Egyptian women or children。〃
〃Patience！〃 resumed Mahiette； 〃you will see one child。In '66； 'twill be sixteen years ago this month； at Sainte… Paule's day； Paquette was brought to bed of a little girl。 The unhappy creature！ it was a great joy to her； she had long wished for a child。 Her mother； good woman； who had never known what to do except to shut her eyes； her mother was dead。 Paquette had no longer any one to love in the world or any one to love her。 La Chantefleurie had been a poor creature during the five years since her fall。 She was alone； alone in this life； fingers were pointed at her； she was hooted at in the streets； beaten by the sergeants； jeered at by the little boys in rags。 And then； twenty had arrived： and twenty is an old age for amorous women。 Folly began to bring her in no more than her trade of embroidery in former days； for every wrinkle that came； a crown fled； winter became hard to her once more； wood became rare again in her brazier； and bread in her cupboard。 She could no longer work because； in becoming voluptuous； she had grown lazy； and she suffered much more because； in growing lazy； she had become voluptuous。 At least； that is the way in which monsieur the cure of Saint…Remy explains why these women are colder and hungrier than other poor women； when they are old。〃
〃Yes；〃 remarked Gervaise； 〃but the gypsies？〃
〃One moment； Gervaise！〃 said Oudarde； whose attention was less impatient。 〃What would be left for the end if all were in the beginning？ Continue； Mahiette； I entreat you。 That poor Chantefleurie！〃
Mahiette went on。
〃So she was very sad； very miserable； and furrowed her cheeks with tears。 But in the midst of her shame； her folly； her debauchery； it seemed to her that she should be less wild； less shameful； less dissipated； if there were something or some one in the world whom she could love； and who could love her。 It was necessary that it should be a child； because only a child could be sufficiently innocent for that。 She had recognized this fact after having tried to love a thief； the only man who wanted her； but after a short time； she perceived that the thief despised her。 Those women of love require either a lover or a child to fill their hearts。 Otherwise； they are very unhappy。 As she could not have a lover； she turned wholly towards a desire for a child； and as she had not ceased to be pious； she made her constant prayer to the good God for it。 So the good God took pity on her； and gave her a little daughter。 I will not speak to you of her joy； it was a fury of tears； and caresses； and kisses。 She nursed her child herself； made swaddling…bands for it out of her coverlet； the only one which she had on her bed； and no longer felt either cold or hunger。 She became beautiful once more； in consequence of it。 An old maid makes a young mother。 Gallantry claimed her once more； men came to see la Chantefleurie； she found customers again for her merchandise； and out of all these horrors she made baby clothes； caps and bibs； bodices with shoulder…straps of lace； and tiny bonnets of satin； without even thinking of buying herself another coverlet。Master Eustache； I have already told you not to eat that cake。It is certain that little Agnes； that was the child's name； a baptismal name； for it was a long time since la Chantefleurie had had any surnameit is certain that that little one was more swathed in ribbons and embroideries than a dauphiness of Dauphiny！ Among other things； she had a pair of little shoes； the like of which King Louis XI。 certainly never had！ Her mother had stitched and embroidered them herself； she had lavished on them all the delicacies of her art of embroideress； and all the embellishments of a robe for the good Virgin。 They certainly were the two prettiest little pink shoes that could be seen。 They were no longer than my thumb； and one had to see the child's little feet come out of them； in order to believe that they had been able to get into them。 'Tis true that those little feet were so small； so pretty； so rosy！ rosier than the satin of the shoes！ When you have children； Oudarde； you will find that there is nothing prettier than those little hands and feet。〃
〃I ask no better；〃 said Oudarde with a sigh； 〃but I am waiting until it shall suit the good pleasure of M。 Andry Musnier。〃
〃However； Paquette's child had more that was pretty about it besides its feet。 I saw her when she was only four months old； she was a love！ She had eyes larger than her mouth； and the most charming black hair； which already curled。 She would have been a magnificent brunette at the age of sixteen！ Her mother