Dillier 
It was getting dark in the courtyard of the castle Dillier. The day had been long and lascivious. These ladies had played croquet, helped the gardener to clear weeds from the yucca, and now took their tea. The leaves came directly from the plantation of Uncle Paul on Mauritius. It was not doing better. The girls had the boat on the moat, attempted to capture the pike in the net and caressed a thousand ears of Farouk, the farmer's dog, and those of the last foal born.
- Mother, look how my civet droppings dress.
- I told you to watch Anne Sophie. More work for good ...
Mary remained in her corner. She had remained silent throughout the day. Anne Sophie had seen her cousin locked in the shunned for an hour, but she had so much to do that she had not really paid attention.
Mr. Dillier of speechifying.
- This colt I intend to make a champion. I will instruct the farmer in the Beaumont and in a year he will run in price from the Arc de Triomphe.
- You always have delusions of grandeur John. But it is true that his pedigree speaks for itself. I will take out a little of your calva. It was so long as I had not had the pleasure to drink. That's another thing our rum.
Genevieve gave a tug on the leash to his turtle. Another crazy idea of Uncle Paul. He brought back an all cousins. They were fed on the grass above the pond and had tried unsuccessfully to get them to do a race.
Genevieve tried to question Mary.
- You do not look good today gay cousin.
Mary kept her head bowed. She stammered.
- Let me ... It was because of Uncle Paul.
- Uncle Paul?
- Yes. This morning he told me asked to come with him in the red room. He said he had brought a gift. Et .. and then he hit me under my dress. Et .. he asked me to touch him too.
Suddenly Mary, red face screamed:
- Farouk! By Farouk. The Beauceron
rushed towards her in a silent movement. Her eyes shining in the middle of his shiny black hair and stared at intensely now.
- Attack! Attack! intima him she does, pointing to the turtle who was dozing at the end of his leash. Deeply
Farouk fell on the turtle before she had time to go into its shell and massacred growling. The cousins looked
the scene without doing anything with a smile on his lips.
Lady Dillier ran horrified.
- But then what happens there? John! John, call the gardener. Paul do something!
Uncle Paul grumbled.
- These children are unbearable. Fortunately we will develop the residential that.
