porting herself with the rungs one after another, she began to walk along the ladder; when she reached the end, her support failed; she tumbled over, but seizing in her little hands the end of one of the side pieces, which was enormous, she pulled herself up again, rounded the promontory, looked at René-Jean and Gros-Alain and laughed.
CHAPTER III.
At this moment, René-Jean, satisfied with his observations concerning the woodlouse, raised his head and said,—
"It is a female."
Georgette's laugh made René-Jean laugh, and René-Jean's laugh made Gros-Alain laugh.
Georgette sat down beside her brothers, and they formed a sort of little club together on the floor.
But the woodlouse had disappeared.
Georgette's laugh had given him a chance to crawl into a hole in the floor.
Other events followed that of the woodlouse.
First some swallows flew by.
Their nests were probably under the edge of the roof. Somewhat disturbed by the children they flew close to the window, describing wide circles in the air, and uttering their gentle springtime call. This made the three children raise their eyes, and the woodlouse was forgotten.
Georgette pointed her finger towards the swallows, and exclaimed,—
"Chickies!"
René-Jean reprimanded her,—
"They are not chickens, they are birds."
"Boords," said Georgette.
And all three looked at the swallows.
Then a bee flew in.
Nothing is so like a soul as a bee. It goes from flower to flower as a soul from star to star, and it gathers honey as a soul gathers light.
