And it was all caused by Ambroise throwing
a ball, which had lodged itself on a tree. Blaise and Denis were flinging
stones at it to bring it down, and Rose called and jumped and stretched
out her arms as if she hoped to be able to reach the ball. The Angelins
stopped short, surprised and almost nervous.
"Good heavens!" murmured Claire, "what will it be when you have a dozen?"
"But the house would seem quite dead if they did not romp and shout,"
said Marianne, much amused. "Good-by, my dear. I will go to see you when
I can get about."
The months of March and April proved superb, and all went well with
Marianne. Thus the lonely little house, nestling amid foliage, was ever
joyous. Each Sunday in particular proved a joy, for the father did not
then have to go to his office. On the other days he started off early in
the morning, and returned about seven o'clock, ever busily laden with
work in the interval. And if his constant perambulations did not affect
his good-humor, he was nevertheless often haunted by thoughts of the
future. Formerly he had never been alarmed by the penury of his little
home. Never had he indulged in any dream of ambition or wealth.
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