Madame Chrysantheme — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 174 pages of information about Madame Chrysantheme — Complete.

However, let her sit down between Yves and myself and let them bring her those iced beans she loves so much; and we will take the jolly little mousko on our knees and cram him with sugar and sweetmeats to his heart’s content.

When the evening is over, and we begin to think of leaving, and of going down again, Chrysantheme replaces her little Bambou astride upon her back, and sets forth, bending forward under his weight and painfully dragging her Cinderella slippers over the granite steps and flagstones.  Yes, decidedly low, this conduct! but low in the best sense of the word:  nothing in it displeases me; I even consider Chrysantheme’s affection for Bambou-San engaging and attractive in its simplicity.

One can not deny this merit to the Japanese—­a great love for little children, and a talent for amusing them, for making them laugh, inventing comical toys for them, making the morning of their life happy; for a specialty in dressing them, arranging their heads, and giving to the whole personage the most fascinating appearance possible.  It is the only thing I really like about this country:  the babies and the manner in which they are understood.

On our way we meet our married friends of the Triomphante, who, much surprised at seeing me with this mousko, jokingly exclaim: 

“What! a son already?”

Down in the town, we make a point of bidding goodby to Chrysantheme at the turning of the street where her mother lives.  She smiles, undecided, declares herself well again, and begs to return to our house on the heights.  This did not precisely enter into my plans, I confess.  However, it would look very ungracious to refuse.

So be it!  But we must carry the mousko home to his mamma, and then begin, by the flickering light of a new lantern bought from Madame Tres-Propre, our weary homeward ascent.

Here, however, we find ourselves in another predicament:  this ridiculous little Bambou insists upon coming with us!  No, he will take no denial, we must take him with us.  This is out of all reason, quite impossible!

However, it will not do to make him cry, on the night of a great festival too, poor little mousko!  So we must send a message to Madame Renoncule, that she may not be uneasy about him, and as there will soon not be a living creature on the footpaths of Diou-djen-dji to laugh at us, we will take it in turn, Yves and I, to carry him on our backs, all the way up that climb in the darkness.

And here am I, who did not wish to return this way tonight, dragging a mousme by the hand, and actually carrying an extra burden in the shape of a mousko on my back.  What an irony of fate!

As I had expected, all our shutters and doors are closed, bolted, and barred; no one expects us, and we have to make a prodigious noise at the door.  Chrysantheme sets to work and calls with all her might: 

“Hou Oume-San-an-an-an!” (In English:  “Hi!  Madame Pru-u-uu-une!”)

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