Rosalie was alone in the garden sitting under an apple tree. When she saw Perrine she came to the gate, half pleased, half annoyed.
"I thought that you were not coming any more," she said.
"I've been very busy."
"What with?"
Perrine showed Rosalie her shoes. Then she told her how she had made herself a chemise and the trouble she had had in cutting it.
"Couldn't you borrow a pair of scissors from the people in your house?" asked Rosalie in astonishment.
"There is no one in my house who could lend me scissors," replied Perrine.
"Everybody has scissors!"
Perrine wondered if she ought to keep her abode a secret any longer. She was afraid that if she did so she might offend Rosalie, so she decided to tell her.
"Nobody lives in my house," she said smiling.