In the QuarterChambers, Robert W. (Robert William)
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In the Quarter
Chambers, Robert W. (Robert William)
Quartier latin (Paris, France) -- Fiction
When Sepp delivered this news to his party they all laughed and said
black bread and milk would do. So Nani invited them into her only
room—the rest of the “Hütterl” was kitchen and cow-shed—and brought the
feast.
A second Sennerin came with her this time, in a costume which might
have startled them, if they had not already seen others like it. It
consisted of a pair of high blue cotton trousers drawn over her skirts,
the latter bulging all round inside the jeans. She had no teeth and
there was a large goiter on her neck.
“Good Heavens!” muttered the colonel, setting down his bowl of milk and
twisting around to stare out of the window behind him.
“Poor thing! she can’t help it!” murmured Ruth.
“No more she can, you dear, good girl!” said Rex, and his eyes shone
very kindly. Ruth caught her breath at the sudden beating of her heart.
What was left of daylight came through the little window and fell upon
her face; it was as white as a flower, and very quiet.
Dusk was setting in when Sepp made his appearance. He stood about in
some hesitation, and finally addressed himself to Ruth as the one who
could best understand his dialect. She listened and then turned to her
father.
“Sepp doesn’t exactly know where to lodge me. He had thought I could
stay here with Nani—”
“Not if I can help it!” cried the colonel.
“While,” Ruth went on—“while you and Rex went up to the Jaeger’s hut
above there on the rocks. He says it’s very rough at the Jagd-hütte.”
“Is anyone else there? What does Sepp mean by telling us now for the
first time? ” demanded the colonel sharply.
“He says he was afraid I wouldn’t come if I knew how rough it was—and
that—” added Ruth, laughing—“he says would have been such a pity!
Besides, he thought Nani was alone—and I could have had her room while
she slept on the hay in the loft. I’m sure this is as neat as a
mountain shelter could be,” said Ruth—looking about her at the high
piled feather beds, covered in clean blue and white check, and the
spotless floor and the snow white pine table. “I’d like to stay here,
only the—the other lady has just arrived too!”
“The lady in the blue overalls?”
“Yes—and—” Ruth stopped, unwilling to say how little relish she felt
for the society of the second Sennerin. But Rex and her father were on
their feet and speaking together.
“We will go and see about the Jagd-hütte. You don’t mind being left for
five minutes?”
“The idea! go along, you silly boys!”
The colonel came back very soon, and in the best of spirits.
“It’s all right, Daisy! It’s a dream of luxury!” and carried her off,
hardly giving her time to thank Nani and to say a winningly kind word
to the hideous one, who gazed back at her, pitchfork in hand, without
reply. No one will ever know whether or not she felt any more cheered
by Ruth’s pleasant ways than the cows did who were putting their heads
out from the stalls where she was working.
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