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A boy stood in the doorway, beaming welcome; a boy of fifteen, also wearing the gay Swiss dress, but otherwise contrasting strangely with the stalwart, sunburnt shepherds and farm maidens. He leaned on crutches; his face was white and drawn, with lines of pain that should not belong to so young a creature; yet no face in all the group shone more brightly than that of Zitli, the younger brother, the joy and pride of the mighty Twins.
Now Atli hastened forward to bring stools for the Ladies. Soon the whole group was established before the châlet, the Ladies sitting in dignity on their stools, the girls at their feet, on rugs and shawls carefully spread by the Twins and their friends; To protect from dampness! explained Gretli. And from chill! chimed in Atli. My faith! our Mountains heart is warm, but his bones are cold. Now! my ladies find themselves in comfort? At the good hour! The creatures become impatient. Hark to la Duchesse! That one is in a temper!
An angry bellow was heard from the farmyard, where we could see white horns tossing over the rough stone wall. It was answered by a Moo! in a very different tone: a moo full of quiet dignity, with a touch of rebuke.
Well done! cried Gretli. La Dumaine responds; she puts that other in her place. Is it not well done, friends?
There was a general murmur of applause, amid which Atli, making a sign, vanished into the yard, followed by the other young men. Presently the sound of bells was heard, first one, then another, then a chime, all on different notes, all in harmony. A lovely melody! And now the girls, led by Gretlis powerful voice, began to sing: a quaint air, with quainter words, which may be roughly translated as follows:
Ling-ling! responded another bell! another, and another. The two cows following the leader were also beauties: one a delicate fawn color with white feet and a white star on her forehead; the other
But this is the Purple Cow! cried Patricia.
I never saw a purple cow,
I never thought to see one!
But now I do!
Honor had never read The Lark, never, poor Continental child, so much as heard of it; but there was no doubt about it; here was a purple cow, or one of so deeply violet-tinted a gray that purple was the one idea suggested.
What an original tint has this! cried Madame Madeleine. And what a beauty! Truly, Gretli, she rivals La Dumaine herself!
As if she understood the words, the purple cow flung up her head with an angry movement; then lowering it, jostled rudely against the leader as if trying to push past her. La Dumaine paid no heed, but continued to advance slowly, her beautiful eyes turned lovingly toward Atli, who walked beside her, his arm on her neck. The fawn-colored cow, however, with a quiet but firm shove of her powerful shoulder, jostled the purple one back into her place.
Aha! cried Gretli. Well done, Célimène! This, my ladies, is a creature of discernment, and of judgment. Célimène, I am content with thee, my friend!
The purple cow bellowed angrily; Gretli replied with asperity, As for thee, thou wilt do well to be silent. No one desires speech of thee, be assured!
What is her name? asked Patricia. The purple one; she is the handsomest of all, I think.
It is the Duchesse de Montbazon, Mademoiselle! An animal of beauty, as all acknowledge, but of an evil and envious disposition. Her jealousy of La Dumaine passes bounds. The truth is, two years ago our beloved Queen had an illness, was not able to seek the mountains with the rest. Wishing to be entirely just, we allowed La Duchesse to lead the herd, as in beauty and in quality of milk she properly ranked next. Figure to yourself that a month later, when Atli led the wholly-recovered Dumaine to the mountain pasture, this one refused to yield her place. She roared, she tore up the ground there was a scene, I promise you! Atli was forced to belabor her well with the milking-stool before she could be brought I say not to reason, she is incapable of it but to simple obedience. There again our worthy Célimène was of assistance; she, loving La Dumaine like a sister, advanced to the attack of that other, who was threatening our queen in a manner wholly savage, and overthrew her.
Ah! cried a shrill voice behind her. That was a thing to see! Paff! and there she rolled, the four legs in the air.
Gretli turned smiling to the boy who, leaning always on his crutches, rubbed his hands with delight, while a glow spread over his pale face.
Thou sawst it, Zitli, didst thou not? she said approvingly. As thou sayst, it was a thing to see. Regard, my Ladies! La Dumaine comes to pay her respects to our honored guests!
Stepping daintily over the short turf, guided by Atlis hand on her neck, the beautiful creature advanced to within a few paces of the group before the door, and stretching her neck,