Summary

Various Harper's Young People, August 2…

Michel (entering) . Ah! Lustucru, what shall I do? Moumouth will not eat his breakfast. All appetite is fled. He is breaking his heart for the Countess. Alas! what shall I do?
Lustucru. I heard your complaint last night, dear Mother Michel, and I have mixed a most appetizing hash. It is for our charming Moumouth.
Michel (gratefully) . Lustucru, you are a miracle of goodness. I have it in my heart to embrace you. I shall bless you always.
Lustucru. Thanks for your prayers, Michel: prayers are what I most delight in.
Michel. But the hash, Lustucru?
Source: Gutenberg

Various Harper's Young People, August 2…

Enter Lustucru, bag in hand, full of Moumouth, and a club in the other.]
Lustucru. At last! at last! Moumouth, you jewel, you angel. You refuse cold water diet and hash, but a beating you never refused yet. Beets are good enough, too, in their way, and you shall soon be a "dead beat." But first let me rejoice awhile. [Moumouth struggles in the bag.] Ah! you do not like being shut up in a bag? Then we will have to hasten affairs. One, two, three, and away we go. One, two— [Raises stick. Mother Michel is heard without, calling "Moumouth!" Lustucru drops his stick, dumfounded.]
Source: Gutenberg

Various Harper's Young People, August 2…

Every boy broke into a run;
They chased him o'er garden-wall,
By alley, store, and stall.
They snatch him, pull him, grab him, nab him. [Very fast.]
Oh, then to your grace
They brought him for francs five,
Bearing him proudly aloft,
A great deal more dead than alive.
Countess (who has listened eagerly) . Bravo! bravo! Michel; it is a beautiful account of my Cat's rescue. I shall have it printed in gold letters on glazed paper.
Michel. Oh, thanks. Now you flatter me. But that reminds me. Father Lustucru gave me a letter for you this morning, which I forgot to deliver.
Source: Gutenberg

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