Babiche

"Babiche," she chattered, "When I was young, like the girls in Piqueur's song I found my fun in spring forests; but now --" she was looking out across the river at the gleaming towers of Manhattan, glimpsing the jewel-like line of trolleys crawling slowly over the lighted bridges, watching the busy shipping that scurried over the harbor in the violet and bronze evening, "Now I find it in spring cities --"

Little Miss By-The-Day Lucille Van Slyke

Babiche trotted ahead of her when she opened the door, in ecstacy at Felicia's home coming.

Little Miss By-The-Day Lucille Van Slyke

And when the door was shut she sat down in one chair and put Babiche carefully on the bed.

Little Miss By-The-Day Lucille Van Slyke

She got out slowly, tucking Babiche mechanically under her arm.

Little Miss By-The-Day Lucille Van Slyke

At the foot of the bed Babiche awoke too, yawning and stretching beautifully, reflexing her droll puppy body and wagging her wee feathery tail.

Little Miss By-The-Day Lucille Van Slyke

She felt rather lonely without Babiche, but she was glad she had had her to leave with the Sculptor Girl.

Little Miss By-The-Day Lucille Van Slyke

Babiche, cramped and shaken from her day and night of travel, poked her snubby nose from under the traveling coat and sniffed and squeakingly yawned.

Little Miss By-The-Day Lucille Van Slyke

Felicia stood there, an absurdly dowdy figure, Babiche clasped in her arm, and smiled timorously.

Little Miss By-The-Day Lucille Van Slyke

"Ah! Babiche!" she murmured, smiling at the smudgy spot on the wall,

Little Miss By-The-Day Lucille Van Slyke

Felicia sipped the cocoa, she dipped bits of the dry bread in it and fed Babiche.

Little Miss By-The-Day Lucille Van Slyke