Our Little Quebec Cousin

e. Oisette watched them as they moved in, with the greatest interest; she soon discove

m the city of Montreal, on a tram car, to teach them each

ery warm clothing, would escort their governess to the trolley station; af

Royal. They built a snow house to live in, a room for each one of them, and an extra room for guests, since there wa

e French tongue with her, for their governess had told them to do so. When finally they saved a bone every day for Carleau, so that he

the Dudley family that she became quite embarrassed. However, she learned to call them all by their baptismal names. Such good sturdy English names they were. The boy was George Howard Dudley, he being named for King George of England of course, and the elder girl was Alexandra May after the Dowager Queen and p

ong the road below. As the hearse appeared in sight little Oisette stopped in her play and crossed

was a little American cousin from Plattsburgh, New York; being

e figures represented kneeling angels, and they had gold tipped wings and were holding long gold trumpets to their lips. In the cent

eir fur caps, they did not appear mournful at all, for the men were smoking pipes and chattin

put as many of the family on the rear seat as the space will allow, and on the front seat sits the father and drives the horse, while in his lap he holds the tiny white coffin, and in it is the body of the little dead child

in long sleighs, dragging toboggans behind them, for these hills back of Mount Royal are a splendid winter playground. Almost every winter there

mes they practice the speed of a mare along these roads, and then some bea

o a good-sized town on the south shore known as Longueil. This road is marked by little evergreen trees which have been cut from the forest and placed along either side of the roadway, to mark the path when dusk draws on. It is a very picturesque sight

udley girls with her, so they were all wrapped up with extra care and cuddled down among the robes on the rear seat, and when it was too late to send him back, it was discovered that Carleau had followed them when they left the island of Montreal and sta

d at last the children could see roads and houses and churches, and when they looked back th

coax him back again. When he did return, he was told to jump into the sleigh and lie down under the robes, at the children's feet. Once in a while, if the sleigh gave an extr

both in English and in French. The Dudley children found great delight in reading these

t yet read either French or English. On Sundays she recited her catechism to the Curé, and in another year

ince and is not compulsory. Is this not a very sad condition of things to exist in a Christian country in the twentieth century! But we must not blame these people individually. Remember,

to come out and play with her. She had been told that she must wait and not disturb them, so she sat all hooded and cloaked by

s and call out "Bon Jour, mes amis," and then Carleau, who had waited just as patiently as his littl

pe from which the sap fell drop by drop into a birch bark receptacle. This sap was boiled in earthenware vessels. In this way they obtained a quantity of thick black syrup, the only sugar used by the Indians. As the sap was always boiled in the open, bits of bark fell into it and it had a smoky taste. But about fifty years ago, this maple sugar in

n highroad into a path in the woods where the runners of the sleigh sunk in deep slush and snow, and finally came to this tiny house in the h

n it was about the consistency of butter it was spread on slices of bread and eaten while it was still hot. Each child tried to see who could be ready first. The Dudley children were expert at it,

ed it down very smooth and hard; on this was poured the very hot sirup, which formed at once into a sort of toffee, thin but clear and de

tight together so that he could not bark, nor could he chew. The only thing he could do was to shake his head sadly from side to side and whine and whine and whine. This act made the whol

longed to be off home and get a good drink of water. Then some one produced a big bottle of pickles and passed thos

of sugar, with escalloped edges. Oisette put hers carefully away in her treasure box. It was quite a long time before

ed with the aid of sweepers and shovelers; but on the side streets when after a big storm the snow is piled in banks each side of the pavement, it is very like walking through a beautiful white tunnel,

drop, drop, drop-like ripe fruit. Presently the double windows and storm doors are taken from off the buildings. The foliage on Mount Royal comes out a lovely green, the wooded hills are full of violets and trilliums, the latter is a three-leaved white lily, white and g