'Yes.'
'And you don't dislike jam?'
'No.'
'So it would suit you if I got a couple of slices ready for you to eat when you have taken your bath?'
'Yes.'
'A great deal of jam on very little bread, that's what you want, isn't it?'
'Yes.'
She laughed and joked, but he remained grave and open-mouthed, with his greedy eyes devouring both herself and her bread and jam.
At that moment, however, loud shouts of joy, quite a violent uproar, arose from the boys' ground, where four o'clock playtime was beginning. The workshops were emptying, and the youngsters had half an hour before them to stretch their legs and eat a morsel. 'You see,' resumed Madame Caroline, leading Victor to a window, 'although they work here, they also play. Do you like work?'
'No.'