Our Little Quebec Cousin

er could have been seen walking through the village street; he was carrying under his a

s bobbing along. Carleau, the dog, was at her heels, his

sunlight tipped over everything. Just as this little procession crossed the dusty road to enter the rectory gate, a bi

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had fears lest the little French girl might suddenly dart in front of the car; he had also observed Carleau, but the melon was the

rought to a full stop and Mr. Sage, its owner, wa

did not hand the fruit to him at once; and still more surprised was he to see Oisette Mary give one of her funny little bows an

eated, "Many more at your house, the

e, eh?" asked Mr. Sage,

urn back to get another melon for the Curé, but Oisette won the day by jumping into the c

ought three melons, but

wo very wonderful events occurred, which e

now as the month of Mary; and the second was at the end of that same year, on Christmas E

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r they are all dressed in white; white stockings, white slippers, dress

e girl kneeling before an image of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Almost a century ago there was a little girl in Lourdes, France, named Bernadette, who being sent one morning very early to a grotto, by her parents, was told to bring home a pitcher of spring water from the clear spring that bubbled there, and the legend

Virgin. Lights above the Virgin's head are so arranged that a most beautiful glow falls upon her face and figure. Children all love this little church, and it is a pretty sight to see them marching through its portals two and

ting all their relatives and friends until nightfall. At each household they visit they expect a gift, so

at school. She heard the children sing "Stella Maris," she watched a procession about the grounds, little girls making a "Novena," and she had a glass of milk and some cake. Best of all, on

sounded every day, but for weddings, funerals and on great church festivals, and its tones are heard above the noise of trolley cars, sleigh bells and other street traffic. On Christmas Eve these chimes are heard by the tired Christmas shoppers, and the still more weary shop girls, and the streams of people on their way home from the theaters. Little Oisette, in a warm velvet coat, a

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liked the way the big farm horses kicked the snow, she liked the way th

low on runners close to the ground, and they have a high back which keeps off the wind. The whole e

r's feet warm, her two sisters held hot potatoes in their muffs. The French Canadian knows how to conserve heat. Long before the day of Thermos bottles and fireless cookers he heated bricks and stones, and sealed up the windows of his ho

church looked very gloomy in comparison until they entered the church, and then she saw for the first time the high altar, with its splendor of colored lights. It is a

the Infant Christ. There it was, very lifelike indeed; piles of straw, heads of cattle, the Infant C

ttle acolytes, six in number, who waited on the priests, were a pretty sight. The organ played "Adeste Fidelis." Then the mass began. The incense poured up in volumes toward

racked his whip. "I am on the front seat with mon père," she repli

her stocking and prepare for a visit from Santa Claus; or even-it being about two o'clock in the morn

s she receive gifts on Christmas Day. For these people the day i

of Christmas Day, was given a bowl of hot pea s