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Title: Our Children
Scenes from the Country and the Town

Author: Anatole France

Release Date: May 5, 2009 [eBook #28695]

Language: English

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OUR CHILDREN

by

ANATOLE FRANCE

Illustrations by Boutet de Monvel

[Illustration]

OUR CHILDREN

Scenes from the Country and the Town

by

ANATOLE FRANCE

Illustrated in color and in pen and ink by Boutet de Monvel.

[Illustration]

New York
Duffield & Company
1923

Copyright, 1917, by
Duffield & Company

Printed in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

FANNY 1

THE FANCY DRESS PARTY 10

THE SCHOOL 12

MARY 14

PAN-PIPES 16

ROGER'S STABLE 18

COURAGE 20

CATHERINE'S DAY 22

THE LITTLE SEA DOGS 24

OUR CHILDREN

FANNY

I

[Illustration]

Fanny started off early one morning, like little Red Riding Hood, to
visit her grandmother, who lives quite at the other end of the village.
But Fanny did not stop like Red Riding Hood to pick hazel nuts. She went
straight on her way, and did not see any wolf.

Even when quite a long way off, she could see her grandmother seated on
her stone doorstep, the de