Chapter 124 four happy

Those young girls had not left some touching stories in this solemn courtyard. There was also an air of innocence in that monastery at certain times.The bell for rest rang, and the gate of the garden opened suddenly.The little birds said: "Well! The children are coming out soon!" Then a flock of dolls sprang up and spread out over the field divided like a shawl by a cross.Countless radiant faces, fair foreheads, crystal clear smiling eyes, and all kinds of dawn lights danced in that gloomy garden.After the carols, the bells, the bells, the knell, and the daily service, suddenly came the voice of a little girl, sweeter than the voice of a swarm of bees.Joyful hives opened, and each one brought honey.Everyone played together, called each other, and ran in groups of three or four; in the corner, the petite white teeth were whispering, and the masks were eavesdropping on their laughter in the distance, the darkness watched the light, but there was no relation!Everyone is still happy and laughing.The four lifeless walls also had their moments of joy.They are in the playfulness of the bee colony, facing so much laughter, they are somewhat reflected by the spring.It was like a rain of roses that washed away sorrow.The little girls played jokes in front of those nuns, and their fault-finding eyes could not affect their lively and innocent characters.Fortunately, there are these children, so I can see a little innocent joy in so many rules and regulations.The little ones dance, the big ones dance.In that monastery, the joy of play was as high as the blue sky.Nothing could be more graceful and majestic than all these jubilant souls.Homer knows, and should come here to have fun with Bello, in this miserable garden there is youth, health, voices, shouts, childishness, fun, happiness, which can make all old mothers smile , whether in epics or fairy tales, in court or in huts, from Hecuba to Old Mother.

"Baby talk" is always amusing, laughable, thought-provoking, probably nowhere as much as in the convent.The following sentence was uttered by a five-year-old child one day in those four horrible walls: "Mom! A big sister just told me that I only need to stay here for another nine years and ten months. How much Good luck!" This memorable conversation also took place there: A Senate nun: "Why are you crying, my child?" The child (six years old) cried bitterly and said: "I told Alix that I was familiar with French history. She said that I did not, but I did."

Alix (old girl, nine years old): "No. She didn't read it well." Mammy: "Why, my child?" Alix: "She asked me to open the book and ask her a question in the book, and she said she could answer it." "and after?" "She didn't answer." "Tell me. What question did you ask her?" "I opened the book at random according to her instructions, and asked her the first question I saw." "What's the problem?" "The question is: what happened next?" It was also there that a lady brought her child to study there. The little girl was a bit greedy. Someone made such a profound observation about her:

"What a good child! She only eats the layer of jam on the bread, just like a grown-up!" The following confession was found on the flagstone floor of the convent, and it was written in advance by a seven-year-old criminal girl so as not to forget it: "Father, I accuse myself of being mean. "Father, I accuse myself of fornication. "Father, I accuse myself of having raised my eyes to a man." The following fairy tale was improvised by a six-year-old with a pink mouth on the grass in the garden for a four- and five-year-old blue-eyed: "Once upon a time there were three little roosters who had a field with many flowers. They picked flowers and put them in their pockets. Then they picked leaves and put them in their little toys. In that place there was a wolf , and there are many woods, and the wolf is in the woods, eating those little cocks."

There is also this poem: Give the cat a stick. An abandoned illegitimate daughter, brought up as a benefactor by the convent, made such an innocent and annoying remark there.She heard others talking about their mother, and she whispered in her corner: "Me, when I was born, my mother wasn't around!" There was a fat servant girl who hurried up and down the passages with a large bunch of keys, her name was Sister Agathe.The "big girls"—those over ten years old—called her Agadoclei. The canteen was a rectangular hall, with sunlight coming in from a circular arcade at the same level as the garden. The hall was dark and damp, and, according to the children, was full of bugs.It is supplied with insects all around.So each of the four corners, in the words of the boarders, has been given a figurative term.There are Spider Corner, Caterpillar Corner, Sandalworm Corner and Cricket Corner.The cricket corner is next to the kitchen, which is very important.It's warmer there than elsewhere.These names in the cafeteria were then transferred to the boarding school to distinguish the four districts, just like the former Mazarin College.Each student belongs to a zone according to where she sits in the cafeteria when she eats.One day, the archbishop came to inspect and was walking through the classroom when he saw a beautiful little girl with blond hair and red lips come in, so he asked another pretty girl with peach cheeks and brunette next to him:

"What's the name of that little girl?" "My lord, it's a spider." "Yo! What about that one?" "That's a cricket." "What about the other one?" "That's a caterpillar." "That's a strange thing, and what about yourself?" "My lord, I am a sandalworm." All groups of this nature have their own characteristics.At the beginning of this century, Aigouin was also a place that taught young girls the solemnity of growing up in a gloomy environment.Among the ranks of Aigouin who participated in the procession of the Eucharist were so-called virgins and flower girls.There are also the mantle pavilion team and the censer team, the former holds the harness of the mantle pavilion, and the latter holds the censer to smoke the Eucharist.The flowers are of course held by the flower girl.Four "virgins" walked in front.On the morning of that grand festival, such questions are often heard in the dormitory:

"Who is the Virgin?" Mrs. Conbon once told of what a little girl of seven said to a girl of sixteen who was at the head of a procession and was at the end of the procession: "You are a virgin, you; I, I Not a virgin."