The bully at once seized the mirror.
"Ah, I was sure of it," he cried. "While you were looking at yourself in the glass a thread broke and your spool stopped. You tried to catch the time lost and that's how it happened."
"I did not look in my glass," said Rosalie.
"Bah! you're all the same. I know you. Now: what's the trouble?"
"I don't know, but my hand is crushed," said poor Rosalie, trying to keep back her tears.
"Well, and what do you want me to do?"
"Father Ninepins told me to come to you," said Rosalie.
"And you ... what's the matter with you?" he asked, turning to Perrine.
"Nothing," she replied, disconcerted.
"Well?"