Monsieur, Madame, and Bebe -- V

bright sunlight, and you, studious promenaders, contemplative idlers, mammas in bright toilettes, gossiping

is shop and lights his stove. The white cloth is spread on

ar little children, has curled his moustache, polished up his harmless sword and put on his best uniform

res all this

gardens do not recall one of those recollections whic

desty, my authority extended to the basin of the fountain, although the great white swans rather alarmed me. Ambushes behind the tree trunks, advanced posts behind the nursemaids, surprises, fights with cold ste

ck with halting step, how I regret my General's cocked hat, my paper plume, my wooden swo

r peaceably, young mothers, making from time to time a little game of your neighbors among y

uck into them, represent gardens in the walks of which baby gravely places his little uncertain feet. What would he not giv

. What passer-by respects a baby's mountain? Hence the young rascal avenges himself. See that gentleman in the brown frockcoat, who is reading the 'Re

tring, and a fifth horse who is the driver. That is all, and yet one fancies

ses, there are horses who would rather

bus round the gaufre seller, eyeing his shop! A

a carpet, all those little rosy cheeked philosophers who only ask God for a little sunshine, pure milk, and quiet, in order to be

ver is not to be ch

it as one can; but the philosopher who loves these disasters

ffection for the species in general becomes yet more sweet whe

to speak to the family circle. Between thos

is cap there escaped a fair and curly tress that was our delight, and when I touched his white neck with my fi

gh their glasses at the little white spot, and I, with outstretched neck, demonstrated, explained and

his career during dinner, and at d

n when they were all there how proudly he bit into his slice of bre

two words warm the heart, and how many

y darling's awakening. I knew the time. I would gently draw

still clutched the toy that had helped to send him off to sleep, and through his parted lips came the regular murmur of his soft breathing. The warmth of his sleep

his whole body stirred, he rubbed an eye, stretched out his arms, and

, so softly that I would hold my breat

ornin',

little man; have

to each other and emb

chatted as the lark would sing to

ty of sugar." And when his breakfast came up, what an outburst of laughter, what joy as he drew himse

ind the pillows. In sign of victory I would tickle him, and then he shuddered, giving vent to the frank and involuntary outburst of laughter of happy childhood. He buried his head between his two shoulders like a tortoise withdrawing into his shel

ecause it had been found that I entang

ng that was going too far, he would slowly drop his eyelids, while with dilated nostri

s the storm on the point of bursting, from consoling the little swollen he

s so much grief in a warm tear slowly falling, in

s thirty years old and has a heavy moustache, when he holds out his large hand and says in his bass voice, "Good