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She called him Cheri, and so did every one else because she did.
None of the girls had ever been to her what Cheri was.
But none of them had stroked her black hand quite as Cheri did, nor rested their heads against her knee so confidingly, nor fallen asleep in her arms as he used to do.
That summer--the summer Cheri gave La Folle two black curls tied with a knot of red ribbon--the water ran so low in the bayou that even the little children at Bellissime were able to cross it on foot, and the cattle were sent to pasture down by the river.
In this last employment she never forgot Cheri. To-day she had fashioned croquignoles of the most fantastic and alluring shapes for him.
But Cheri did not need the summons, for he was coming straight to her.
There she found Cheri stretched upon the ground, with his rifle beside him.
"Put you' arm 'roun' La Folle's nake, Cheri. Dat's nuttin'; dat goin' be nuttin'." She lifted him in her powerful arms.
"Don't cry, mon bebe, mon bebe, mon Cheri!" the woman spoke soothingly as she covered the ground with long strides.
And all the while Cheri moaned and wept and entreated to be taken home to his mother.
She spoke no more to Cheri, but muttered constantly, "Bon Dieu, ayez pitie La Folle!
Look her yonda totin' Cheri!" This startling intimation was the first which they had of the woman's approach.