Our Little Quebec Cousin

which our little Quebec

nadian children learn to sew patchwork when they are very young indeed. Oisette learned to put together red and blue and yellow and white cotton cubes, which were made into wonderful squares

lts that had been pieced together by a great grandmother who had resided in Quebec City, but bedspreads made by a grandmoth

unt for whom Oisette was named. This aunt had since become a cloistered nu

ich looked like onions floating in a bright blue sky. Right in the center of the counterpane was a big purple s

christened; you know a French Canadian child is always christened within three days after birth, and when the tiny babe was put back in its mother's bed the won

carpets, and are made by the industrious method of sewing together long strips of colored cloth, these strips are rolled into big balls, as large as one's head, and six

lowering geraniums and fuchsias, the latter plant being a great favorite in the French Canadian home. These flowers are usually growing in tin cans, but the tin is always very bright and shining. Then the wall papers are never dull or dark in color. Often they are either designs of bright flowers or go

d, he played the church organ at Chambly for many years, and he taught singing in the Sacred Heart Convent at Back River. When little Emma Lajeunesse was twelve years of age, the family moved to Albany, New York, and she went to a convent school there, where her voice was discovered when she sang in the cathedral. It was the citizens of that city who made up

te some delightful verses in the broken English of the Habi

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from its nes'

of de worl'

s about it, den start

on de morning, de poo

t stanza goe

ce on our canton, mebb

n' on our body an' dat

s got lonesome for tr

lak de bluebird an' ag

f Madame Albani is given a place of ho

adian interior, no matter how shabby the surroundings. There is alwa

they do not feel the lure of the moving picture theaters. Sometimes, if any of the family get ill, they will make a p

been at the convent school for three years, but that was on the Island of Montreal, and one journeyed t

night boat for Quebec, known as the steamer Richelieu, swung out into mid-stream. The c

his little daughter Oisette Mary was with him. The mo

large key; and presently she could go to bed in the top berth, and watch the panorama of moving shore line from out the port hole. But she wanted to sit up as long as her eyes would stay open and watch the travelers ascend and descend the very grand staircase. Above the mirror, which one always finds on these

ge glass counter, like in a shop, where all

r what she could find that her grandmère would like that she never missed her father at all, she stood just where he had left her and gazed and gazed; while he was on the lower deck, having bought a cigar he s

t was woven in green and pink straw and shaped like a melon. "It will hold her

after much looking, a pair of red slippers with bead work on the toes was purchased. Then the stranger bought a very tiny straw baske

as the nuns had taught her, and s

e it down, and he asked her to spell it for him, and kept saying it over and

father laughed and repeated her saying to the stranger, who declared that the very next time

but Quebec has a long twilight in summertime, and from out th

nd a good-sized convent, and cluster

d the little cottages were chickens cared for by the very big hens on the hil