Undersized, thin, sallow, and sunburned,—bareheaded, barefooted, dirty, and ragged,—she formed a striking contrast to the rosy-cheeked, plump, full-lipped, and well-dressed young woman within.
The extraordinary sound of crunching very naturally attracted the first attention of the elder.
"What in the world is that which you are eating, child?" she asked.
"Bread, ma'm'selle."
"Bread! Why, it's covered with dirt!"
"Yes, ma'm'selle."
Redoubled exertion of the sound young teeth.
"Why do you eat that?"
"Hungry, ma'm'selle."
"Heavens!"