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[39v°] without showing any annoyance! Hardly had I returned from the Abbey when she began to curl my hair for the next day (for every day, to please Papa, the little Queen had her hair curled, to the surprise of her companions and especially the teachers, who did not see children so coddled by [5] their parents), and during the sitting, I did not stop crying while telling all my scruples. At the end of the year, Céline, having completed her studies, remained home and poor Thérèse was obliged to attend school alone. It wasn’t long before she got sick, for the only attraction which held her at the boarding school was to be with her inseparable Céline, and without her never could “her little girl” [10] stay there. I left the Abbey, then, at the age of thirteen, and continued my education by taking several lessons a week at the home of “Mme. Papinau.” She was a very good person, very well educated but a little old-maidish in her ways. She lived with her mother, and it was charming to see the little household they made up together, all three of them (for the cat [15] was one of the family, and I had to put up with its purring on my copybooks and even to admire its pretty form). I had the advantage of living within the intimacy of the family; as Les Buissonnets was too far for the somewhat old limbs of my teacher, she requested that I come and take the lessons in her home. When I arrived, I usually found only [20] old lady Cochain who looked at me “with her big clear eyes” and then called out in a calm, sententious voice: “Mme. Pâpinau...Ma...d’môizelle Thê...rèse est là! ...” Her daughter answered promptly in an infantile voice: “Here I am, Mama.” And soon the lesson began. Who could believe it! In this antiquely furnished room, surrounded as I was by text books and copybooks, I was often present



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