Toinette [aside]. This is such fun. But I'm hungry,—how am I going to get anything to eat? [Goes close to the table and, watching her chance, slips Marc's bread off the table and eats.]
Marc. Where's my bread? You took it, Pierre.
Pierre. I did not. Here's my own.
Marie. You must have dropped it on the floor.
Marc [looking under chair]. No, I didn't.
Marie. Well, you ate it, then.
Marc. I never. [Toinette laughs silently.]
Mother. Here's another piece. Never mind where that is gone. I only wish Toinette had it. [Toinette nearly chokes.] The child must have gone out. I will go to the gate and look down the road. [Exit.]
Jeannette. Poor Toinette's all gone.
Marc. Perhaps a bear has eaten her up.