"Famous idea!"
"Poor woman!"
"She is as ugly as a monster; but she is a mother, like any one else."
"I give ten sous."
"I thirty."
"I twenty."
"I four sous; got no more."
"I have nothing; but I will sell my ration for tomorrow-who'll buy?"
"I," said La Louve; "I put ten sous for you; but you'll keep your ration, and Mont Saint Jean's baby shall be togged out like a princess."
To express the surprise and joy of Mont Saint Jean would be impossible; her grotesque and ugly visage became almost touching. Happiness and gratitude beamed the Fleur-de-Marie was also very happy, although she had been obliged to say to La Louve, when she held the little cap toward her, "I have no money; but I will work as much as you like."