"Good-night, Madame Bidon."
"Don't forget."
"I won't."
"Till next time."
"That's it, till next time."
A young woman approached me.
"Madame, you won't mind if I come after them to-morrow, would you?" she begged with big wistful eyes. "The stairway is so dark and so narrow in our house, I'm afraid something might happen to them."
"Mercy me! you're surely not thinking of leaving your babies alone in the cellar?"
"Oh, Madame, it's not my babies. Not yet," and she smiled. "It's my bronze chimney ornaments!"
"Your what?"