CUSTOM HOUSE OFFICIAL. Here come the women with their milk.
(A tinkling of cart-bells is heard.)
CARTERS. (from within) Houp-la!
(Carts pass along the outer boulevard, lighted by large lanterns.)
MILK WOMEN. (quite close) Houp-la!
(The gloom gradually gives way to daylight.)
MILK WOMEN. (to the officials who admit them to the toll-gate)
Good-morrow!
PEASANT WOMEN. (who enter carrying baskets)
Butter! Cheese!
Chickens and eggs!
SOME. Which way, then, are you going?
OTHERS. Up to Saint Michael's.