“What matter? What does anything matter, so long as we love each other?” sighed Célestin.
“I will tell you all about myself some day,” said Toto. “I have not told you I have a mother.”
“Ah, how I would love to see her! How happy, that is, to have a mother! As for me, I never had a mother.”
“Perhaps it is just as well you had not.”
“I will tell you,” said Célestin: “we will share your mother. I will take one-half of her heart, and you will have the other, like those ogres in that fairy tale of dear M. Gaillard’s.”
“Thanks,” said Toto; “you may have it all.”
CHAPTER V.
THE SHOWER.
“Dodor, we are very poor,” said Célestin next morning. She had taken the lark from its cage, and was holding the little warm, brown body to her breast.
Toto had gone out to slink about the streets in a miserable state of mind. He was deadly tired of his atelier—Art had pulled his ears; yet he was ashamed to go home. Besides, how about Célestin?