Fig Spread Can Someone Plz Give Me The Tone Of This Stroy? Could It Be Relaxed?

Can someone plz give me the tone of this stroy? Could it be Relaxed? - fig spread

Mom-Nainaine said that when the figs were ripe Babette might regularly past her cousins in Bayou Boeuf, where sugar cane grows. Not that the ripening of figs had the least to do with it, but it is what it was Mommy and Nainaine.

Babette seemed to be waiting a long time, because the leaves are still tender and the figs were like little hard, green marbles.

But the warm rain and the sun was strong, although mother Nainaine was as patient as the statue of the Madonna, and Babette as restless as a humming bird, the first thing we both knew it was a hot summer. Every day Babette danced, where the fig trees have been in a long row against the fence. She walked slowly among them, look carefully under the spreading branches and gnarled. But every time she came disconsolate. What she saw was something that finally made him sing and dance all day.

If the mother-Nainaine sat in his stately way to breakfast the next morning, muslin cap standing like an aureole around thewhite, calm face, stepped Babette. She gave birth to an exquisite porcelain plates, which they submitted their godmother. It contained a dozen purple figs, fringed around its beautiful and large green leaves.

"Ah," said the mother Nainaine, eyebrows, "how early the figs are ripe this year!"

"Ah," said Babette, I think they have matured very late. "

"Babette," continued Mother Nainaine, while the figures very thick accented with peeled fruit, silver knives, I take my love for them all, the Bayou Boeuf. And tell your look Frosine tante'll Toussaint - when the chrysanthemums bloom. "