“Yes, and therefore I thought: We may perhaps be the cause of her uneasiness.”
“How so?”
“Listen, sister! yesterday Madame Baudoin tried to work at those sacks of coarse cloth there on the table.”
“Yes; but in about an half-hour, she told us sorrowfully, that she could not go on, because her eyes failed her, and she could not see clearly.”
“So that she is not able to earn her living.”
“No—but her son, M. Agricola, works for her. He looks so good, so gay, so frank, and so happy to devote himself for his mother. Oh, indeed! he is the worthy brother of our angel Gabriel!”
“You will see my reason for speaking of this. Our good old Dagobert told us, that, when we arrived here, he had only a few pieces of money left.”
“That is true.”
“Now both he and his wife are unable to earn their living; what can a poor old soldier like him do?”
“You are right; he only knows how to love us, and take care of us, like his children.”