Our Little French Cousin

a Chaumière on Mondays, for that was market-day at Grand Ande

s in the market-place in the centre of the old town; not only to b

there is some profit connected with it; but on market-day they combine business with pleas

articular Monday, "let us see them put the little calves i

s had Germaine, who petted everything, from the big plough-horses to the tiny chickens just out of the shell. They were to her like friends, and it was really a grief to her when any of them were taken away to the market. But she tried to conquer the feeling, for it was part of her papa's

, and much protesting on the part of their mothers. "Papa is going t

s quite wide. These country carts are almost square and also rather pretty. They are built of small panels of wood arranged in more or less

ets of eggs, from a specially famous vari

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urs and friends bound in the same direction, and all i

thered when they washed their clothes. They knelt by a long plank and gossiped as they beat out

were dozens of country carts like their own, from which the horses had already been taken

est kinds of clothing; for everything under the sun is sold at these markets, and it is here that the people do most of their shoppi

ere of brilliant colours, reds, blues, and greens, some were faded to neutral t

brellas, with heaped up baskets of peas, beans, cauliflower, melons, and crisp green stuff for salads around them. These vegetable and fruit

rabbits were also there, and when a buyer wished to know if the rabbit were in prime condition, he would lift it up by the back of its neck just as one do

skets, stopping to speak to a friend or an acquaintance by the way. She was soon in her accustomed

ning, Germaine saw her friend Mr. Carter, and his wife, the Americans who were spending the summer at the Belle étoile, standing at one of the booths, buying a baton Normand, a rough stick of native wood, with a head of plaited leather, and a leather loop to hold it on the arm, for they are used by the peas

trip in Mr. Carter's big automobile. "Well, I must fix on a day, and let M. Auguste send word

r who comes to market in his great auto, wearing his fur coat over his blouse, with

can generally guess a man's trade. Painters, masons, grocers, and bakers wear the white blouse; mechanics

dressed in black broadcloth, white shirts and neat ties, and over all the blouse. It is really wo

one could but notice the neatly

s all very well in summer, but one wonders that they do not take cold in winter. The women wear felt slippers, and thrust their feet into their sabots, when they go out, which are not s

church with the big cattle, and Germaine felt much happier when she heard that they had been sold for farm purposes, and not for veal

with eggs and milk, and is esteemed as a great delicacy. The bakery looked very tempting filled with bread of all kinds and shapes,-sticks of bread a

aboll, who told them that poor M. Masson, the wealthy mill-owner, who had been ill so long

ead, and funerals are conducted with as

wearing a band of crape on the arm. Over the church door was a sort of black lambrequin with the letter M. embroidered in silver. As the funeral passed through the streets, the "suisse," the clergy

e hearse was covered. To our taste they seem hideous, but Germaine thought the white bead lilies with black jet