"No; I'm not to be a young lady."
"But she was not a young lady; she was a little tradeswoman."
"That's it; but I must have an occupation."
"Wait a minute!—that's easy enough. Be a pedler of small wares, like the one I am speaking of."
"But then I shall have to sell something."
"I'll see to that. Besides, you are supposed to have made your rounds, and I shall have detained you here as a matter of friendship; for you are going to stay?"
"A month, at least."
"You must stay always. We will find you something to do, never fear. But, let's see; what shall be your name?"
"Charlette; you called me that when I was a little thing; so it will not give you any trouble. I am supposed to be a widow, and you must say 'thou' to me."
"Just as I used to. Good! it is agreed. But how will you dress, my dear Charlette?"