“Il y a dans ce village Une enfant a l’œil noir. C’est Jeanne au frais visage; Elle chant matin et soir. Elle est rieuse et belle, Et dans nos environs Tout le monde l’appelle La fillette au chansons. Tra la la--” sang Lucie as she sat on a stone bench under a sheltering cherry tree. The “tra la la” suddenly ceased at a stir of the branches on the other side. Lucie glanced up with a twinkle in her eyes and changed the song to “Way down upon the Swanee river.”…
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