[Bebee by Ouida]@TWC D-Link bookBebee CHAPTER XIV 11/19
Sit down, and I will eat the good things you have brought me.
But I cannot if you stand and look." "I beg your pardon.
I did not know," she said, ashamed lest she should have seemed rude to him; and she drew out her wheel under the light of the lattice, and sat down to it, and began to disentangle the threads. It was a pretty picture--the low, square casement; the frame of ivy, the pink and white of the climbing sweet-peas: the girl's head; the cool, wet leaves: the old wooden spinning-wheel, that purred like a sleepy cat. "I want to paint you as Gretchen, only it will be a shame." he said. "Who is Gretchen ?" "You shall read of her by-and-by.
And you live here all by yourself ?" "Since Antoine died--yes." "And are never dull ?" "I have no time, and I do not think I would be if I had time--there is so much to think of, and one never can understand." "But you must be very brave and laborious to do all your work yourself. Is it possible a child like you can spin, and wash, and bake, and garden, and do everything ?" "Oh, many do more than I.Babette's eldest daughter is only twelve, and she does much more, because she has all the children to look after; and they are very, very poor; they often have nothing but a stew of nettles and perhaps a few snails, days together." "That is lean, bare, ugly, gruesome poverty; there is plenty of that everywhere.
But you, Bebee--you are an idyll." Bebee looked across the hut and smiled, and broke her thread.
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