World War, 1914-1918 -- France -- Juvenile fiction
Lucie had not thought of this, and was not quite sure whether her
father would be frivolous enough to appreciate the attention. She
considered the matter while Odette busied herself in selecting what was
needed for Nenette and what for Rintintin. After a moment she looked
up, bunching the stuffs in her nimble little fingers. “These will be
more than enough,” she decided. “I think with economy one could get out
another couple.”
“That would be fine,” cried Lucie, “so let us begin. How should one do
it?”
Odette deftly started to pucker the stuff into shape, and before long
Nenette was called into existence, then Rintintin was soon in condition
to be given his name.
“Aren’t they precious?” exclaimed Lucie, dangling them before her. “I
shall really get too fond of them and shall want to keep them. It is
just as well that Victor is going to-night or I might be tempted.”
“We will make the others and can keep at least one couple.”
“Until your soldier appears and then they must be given up. I shall
send mine to papa at once. We must show them to Paulette. Shall you let
your aunt see yours?”
“She would not be interested.”
Lucie hesitated before she asked a question which was on the end of her
tongue, but at last she did say: “This aunt, Odette, is she kind to
you?”
“She does not beat me,” replied Odette with a little wry smile, “and I
am grateful to her for letting me stay with her when I was left with
no one. I think that perhaps she is sorry that she allowed me, for it
is very hard to find food for all. The ladies pay me for knitting the
socks, but there is not any too much of that work to do, and I wish I
might go back to the country. I am strong enough to work in the fields
and it would be better than this.”
“That is what Paulette says. I wish, myself, that we were all there.
Look at this second Rintintin, Odette. Isn’t he a droll fellow; I think
I like him better than the first.”
In due course of time the freakish little figures were finished. Odette
carried hers away. Lucie danced hers before the eyes of Pom Pom who
tried to snap them up, then they were put away till Paulette should
return and the business of dinner should be over.
“Aren’t they funny, Paulette?” asked Lucie as she displayed the
fantastic little creatures. “This is what Odette and I have been doing
to-day, making these.”
“Have you then gone back to playing with dolls?”
“Oh, no, no. You don’t understand. These are Nenette and Rintintin.
Madame Blondot told me of them yesterday and gave me the material for
making them. She has sent a pair to her son. One makes them, you see,
to give to a _poilu_ for good luck. They carry good fortune, Madame
said, protect from danger. They must be given voluntarily. The soldier
does not ask for them or that takes away the charm. So then, these are
for Victor and these for papa.”
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