"I entreat you to give it to me," said La Goualeuse.
"No; because you will give it to Mont Saint Jean."
"Certainly!"
"Ah! bah! such a fag! it's not worth the trouble."
"It is because Mont Saint Jean has nothing but rags to dress her child with that you should have pity on her, La Louve," said Fleur-de-Marie, sadly, extending her hand toward the cap.
"You sha'n't have it!" answered La Louve, brutally; "must one always give up to you because you are the weakest? You take advantage of this."
"Where would be the merit of giving it to me if I were the strongest?" answered La Goualeuse, with a smile full of grace.
"No, no, you wish to twist me about again with your little soft voice; you sha'n't have it."
"Come, now, La Louve, don't be naughty."
"Leave me alone, you tire me."