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Hadria was playing with her; she liked that better than having Jean Paul Auguste to play with.

Marie-Louise and Philippe-Auguste, who had just come in from the gutter, were slapping each other all the way upstairs.

Marie-Louise and Philippe-Auguste, however, had now left the house and were running up and down the street.

"We are proud of our pond, which Mr. Auguste Chouteau has made for us," she said.