mignonne

However rapid her spring might be, however slippery the stone she was on, she would always stop short at the word "Mignonne."

At the setting of the sun Mignonne gave, several times running, a profound melancholy cry.

At last his companion had got into the habit of looking up at him whenever he cried in a falsetto voice, "Mignonne."

At last his companion had got into the habit of looking at him when he called in a falsetto voice "Mignonne."

At sun-down Mignonne uttered several times a deep and melancholy cry.