Why doesn't Ma'm'selle wear them ?" Christine looked wise and smoothed out her apron as though it was a parchment.

"With such queer ones, who knows?
But, yes, as you say, she has a kind heart.

The children, well, they follow her everywhere." "Not the children only," sagely added the other.

"From Lebanon they come, the men, and plenty here, too; and there's that Felix Marchand, the worst of all in Manitou or anywhere." "I'd look sharp if Felix Marchand followed me," remarked Christine.
"There are more papooses at the Reservation since he come back, and over in Lebanon--!" She whispered darkly to her friend, and they nodded knowingly.
"If he plays pranks in Manitou he'll get his throat cut, for sure.

Even with Protes'ants and Injuns it's bad enough," remarked Dame Thibadeau, panting with the thought of it.
"He doesn't even leave the Doukhobors alone.