"Miché."
"Wad you wand?" asked he, gently.
"If it arrive to me to die"—
"Yez?"
Her words were scarcely audible:
"I wand you teg kyah my lill' girl."
"You 'ave one lill' gal, Madame Carraze?"
She nodded with her face down.
"An' you godd some mo' chillen?"
"No."