Annette, the Metis Spy by J. E. (Joseph Edmund) Collins
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soon. Could I but be a bird, and you would have me for a companion,
your lamenting should not be for long. We should journey, loitering and love-making all the long sweet way, from here to the South, and have no repining." Turning around, she perceived two men standing close beside her. She became very confused, and clutched for her robe to cover her face, but she had strayed away among the flowers without it. Very deeply she blushed that the strangers should have heard her; and she spake not. "Bonjour, ma belle fille." It was the tall commanding one who had addressed her. He drew closer, and she, in a very low voice, her olive face stained with a faint flush of crimson, answered, "Bonjour, Monsieur." "Be not abashed. We heard what you were saying to the bird, and I think the sentiments were very pretty." This but confused the little prairie beauty all the more. But the gallant stranger took no heed of her embarrassment. "With part of your declaration I cannot agree. A maiden with such charms as yours is not left long to sigh for a lover. Believe me, I should like to be that bird, to whom you said you would, if you could, offer love and companionship." The stranger made no disguise of his admiration for the beautiful girl of the plains. He stepped up by her side, and was about to take |
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