Fearing that she would be put out, Felicite did not ask for repairs.

The laths of the roof were rotting away, and during one whole winter her bolster was wet.

After Easter she spit blood.
Then Mother Simon went for a doctor.

Felicite wished to know what her complaint was.

But, being too deaf to hear, she caught only one word: "Pneumonia." She was familiar with it and gently answered:--"Ah! like Madame," thinking it quite natural that she should follow her mistress.
The time for the altars in the street drew near.
The first one was always erected at the foot of the hill, the second in front of the post-office, and the third in the middle of the street.