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of the village had been invited to the Castle for
coffee and cake and before they left she had
presented a doll to every child. Wasn’t it a
charming idea of hers?
“If she speaks to you about her dolls, don’t
forget to say something nice to her.”
“No, I won’t forget, je ne demande pas
mieux.”
Tea was served under the big lime-tree in front
of the house.
“Here is a friend of yours, my dear Ann,” said
the Countess to the lady sitting by her side, as
we walked up to the table. “I am sorry to say
he seems to prefer the company of horses to
ours; so far he hasn’t had time to say a single
word to me, but has been talking half-an-hour
to the horses in the stables.”
“And they seemed to have liked the
conversation immensely,” laughed the Count, “even
my old hunter, you know how ill-tempered he is
with strangers, put his nose to the doctor’s face
and sniffed at him in the most friendly manner.”
The Baroness Ann said she was glad to see me
and gave me excellent news about her
mother-in-law, the Marquise Douairière.
“She even thinks she can hear better, but of
that I am not sure, for she cannot hear Loulou’s
snoring and gets quite angry when my husband
says he can hear it down in the smoking-room.
Anyhow, her beloved Loulou has been a blessing
to us all, she could never stand being alone before
and it was so fatiguing to talk to her the whole
time through her ear-trumpet. Now she sits
quite alone for hours with her Loulou on her lap
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