"True, she has so often forbidden us to enter one. It is a pity, for a church is very nice inside, is it not, Francois?"
"Yes, what fine candlesticks!"
"And the picture of the Holy Virgin! how good she looks!"
"And the lamps; and the fine cloth on the table at the end, where the priest said mass, with his two friends dressed like himself, who gave him water and wine."
"Say, Francois, do you recollect last year, the Fete-Dieu, when we saw from here all the little communicants, in their white veils, pass over the bridge?"
"What handsome flowers they had!"
"How they sung, and held the ribbons of their banners!"
"And how the silver fringes of the banners glistened in the sun! That must have cost a deal of money!"
"Goodness—how handsome it was, Francois!"
"I believe you, and the communicants with their badges of white satin on the arm, and wax candles with velvet and gold handles."