In the mean time, the two
shepherdesses, unsuspicious of the honors which were about to descend upon them,
were quietly enjoying the love of their shepherds.
Lucas sung his woes in a silken tunic of palest
green, while Blaise, in a coat of blue not less delicate than his friend’s green
one, made all the region round echo to the strains of his rural pipes. The
fleece of Robin, Bleuette’s favorite sheep, was not more curly than the hair of
Lucas. The cheeks of Blaise were so plump and round, that he always looked as if
blowing a pipe. When they were seen together, in their coats of pale blue and
green, with their crooks and shepherd-bags, ornamented with ribands, everybody
declared that shepherds so perfect as Lucas and Blaise, could not help loving
shepherdesses so accomplished as Bleuette and Coquelicot.
Bleuette and Coquelicot had promised their
lovers, to pay them with a kiss for the first nest of nightingales which they
should bring to them. To do this, they would have to wait only a year; so that
Lucas and Blaise were the happiest of mortals.
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