CHAPTER LIX.

The return that spring of little Jeanne's father from a sea voyage

interested me greatly. For several days her house was topsy-turvy with

preparation, and one could guess the joy they felt over his approaching

arrival. The frigate that he commanded reached port a little earlier

than his family expected it, and from my window I saw him, one fine

evening, hurrying along the street alone, on his way home to surprise

his people. He had arrived from I know not which distant colony after an

absence of two or three years, but it did not seem to me that he was

the least altered in appearance. . . . One could then return to his

home unchanged? They did come to an end after all, those years of exile,

which now I find, in truth, much shorter than they seemed in those days!

My brother himself was to return the following autumn, and it would

doubtless then seem as if he had never been away from us.

And what joyous events those home-comings were! And what a distinction

surrounded those who had but newly returned from so great a distance!

The next day in Jeanne's yard I watched them unpack the enormous wooden

boxes that her father had brought from strange countries; some of them

were covered with tarpaulin cloth,--pieces of sails no doubt, that were

impregnated with the agreeable odor of the ship and the sea; two sailors

wearing large blue collars were busy uncording and unscrewing them;

and they took from them strange looking objects that had an odor of the

“colonies;” straw mats, water jars and Chinese vases; even cocoanuts and

other tropical fruits.

Jeanne's grandfather, himself an old seaman, was standing near me

watching from the corner of his eye the process of unpacking; suddenly,

from between the boards of a case that was being broken open with a

hatchet, there crawled out hastily some ugly little brown insects that

the sailors jumped on with their feet and destroyed.

“Cockroaches are they not, Captain?” I inquired of the grandfather.

“Ha! How do you know that, you little landlubber?” he laughingly

responded.

To tell the truth, I had never seen any such insects before; but uncles

who had lived in the tropics often spoke of them. And I was delighted to

make the acquaintance of these tiny creatures that are peculiar to ships

and to warm countries.

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