"Pouf, child! How could he, when I did not call? There! a truce to the
talk while I brew the posset. I hope that Catherine is not coming down
with sickness."
She hurried into the kitchen, while Jeanne, wondering greatly at what had
taken place, took her little sister into the garden, and sat down under
another tree.
CHAPTER VI
JEANNE'S HARSH WORDS
"_The miracle of this girl's life is best honored by the
simple truth._"
SAINTE-BEUVE.
So, half from shyness, half from fear of ridicule, the child told no one
of her strange experience, but often did the thought of the happening
come to her, and she wondered what it could mean. Indeed so much did she
dwell upon it that Mengette rallied her upon her abstraction.
"What has come over you, Jeanne?" asked the latter one day when she and
Jeanne in company with other girls and women were at the river engaged in
one of the periodical washings of the village. "Twice have I spoken to
you, yet you have not answered. Has your mother been scolding you?"
"Mother scolding? Why, no!" Jeanne glanced up in surprise. "There is
naught the matter, Mengette. I was just thinking."
"Of what?" questioned her friend, but as Jeanne made no reply she
lowered her voice and said with some asperity: "You are thinking too
much, Jeanne D'Arc. You are not a bit like yourself, and every one is
noticing it. Why, when you come to a washing you come to laugh, to sing,
to talk, and to have a good time; but you do naught but mope." And
Mengette gave the garments she was washing a vicious thump with the
clothes-beater.
"Well, I haven't moped so much but that my clothes are as clean as the
ones you are washing," retorted Jeanne, holding up some linens for
inspection, and regarding her friend with a quizzical glance. "Mengette,
those poor garments will be beaten to a thread if you pound them much
harder."
Mengette let her paddle drop, and pushed back her hair with her wet
hands.
"I'd willingly beat them to a thread to hear you laugh, Jeanne. Now come
up closer, and I will tell you something that Hauviette told me last
night. I don't want any one else to hear it."
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