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Title: A village in Picardy
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Gaines, Ruth Louise, 1877-
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918 World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: New York, E.P. Dutton & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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g- Mme. Gabrielle 63 ging at her skirts, knocking at the door of mybaraque of a Sunday morning, to tell me thatshe must have more soap. All the way fromCanizy she had walked to get it; and she didnot go back without. Mme. Gense-Tabaryseldest daughter, known as Germaine Tabary,was the sorrow of the village, even more thanits daughters who had gone into captivity; forshe had become an earlier victim of the in-vaders, and with her unborn baby was leftbehind. Mme. Marie Gense, another unfor-tunate, was a niece by marriage of Mme.Lefevres. Her husband was a soldier. Shehad lived in a little cottage whose blue andwhite tiled floor I often had occasion to admire,next the church. But being left with twogrowing boys, and no resources, what was sheto do? What she did was to add to her familya Paul, and one bitter winter night which ourdoctors and nurses well remember, a Paulette.What would you? she expostulated. Ihad no bread for the children; in this way theywere fed. That two more mouths were
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(I didnt do it ... he did!) 64 Mme. Gabrielle 65 added, and that her lean-to of ten feet bytwelve could not accommodate them, werefacts which did not seem to concern her. Andof all good children, her two boys, Desire andRobert, were certainly the best. But AuntLefevre looked upon her nieces conduct as ascandal. She was forbidden the kitchen, andit was even known that the quarrel had cometo the point of knives. With the children,that was different. Yes, said Mme. Le-fevre on the arrival of the new baby, Desiremay sleep in the Dispensary if you so wish. Itis your room; you pay for it. That Desiredid, though I had a bed put up for him, I mis-doubt. But Robert, happy-go-lucky Robert,with his head cocked on one side and a smilerippling his brown eyes, even Aunt Lefevrecould not help loving him. There was noquestion of his sleeping out, however, he beingnurse to the babies and to his mother as well.Another wayward connection of Mme. Le-fevres was a sister of Mme. Marie Genses,known as Mme.

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