ch trouble to make; what
should she do with them?
CHAPTER XV
AURELIE'S CHANCE
If Rosalie had not spoken to Perrine of the near opening of the shooting
season for water fowl, Perrine would have stayed on in her cabin unaware
of the danger that might come to her. Although this news came as a blow
to her, what Rosalie had said about M. Bendit and the translations she
might do for M. Mombleux gave her something else to think about.
Yes, her island was charming, and it would be a great grief for her to
leave it. And yet here was an opportunity where she could be useful to
two valued employes at the factory, and this step would lead to other
steps, and it would open doors perhaps through which she could pass
later. This was something that she should consider above all else, even
above the sorrow of being dispossessed of her little kingdom. It was not
for this game--robbing nests, catching fish, picking flowers, listening
to the birds sing--that she had endured all the misery and fatigue of
her long journey. She had an object in view. She must remember what her
mother told her to do, and do it.
She had told Rosalie that she would call at Mother Francoise's house on
Monday to see if Mombleux had need of her services. Rosalie came to
meet her and said that as no letters had come from England that Monday,
there would not be any translations to make that day, but perhaps there
would be something for the next day. This was at the luncheon hour, so
Perrine returned to the factory. It had just struck two when Ninepin
hopped up to her on his wooden leg and told her that she was wanted at
the offices at once.
"What for?" she asked in amazement.
"What's that to do with me? They just sent word for you to go to the
office ... go on," he said, roughly.
She hurried off. She could not understand. If it was a matter of helping
Mombleux with a translation, why should she have to go to the office,
where everyone could see her and know that he had had to ask for her
help?
She quickly went up the steps, where she saw Talouel standing outside
waiting for her.
"Are you the girl who speaks English?" he asked. "Now, no lies, 'cause
you speak French without an accent."
"My mother was English and my father was French," replied Perrine, "so I
speak both languages."
"Good. You are to go to Saint-Pipoy. Monsieur Paindavoine wants you."
She was so surprised at this news that she stood staring at the manager
in amazeme
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