"One does what one can," said Grain-of-Salt.
"One should not leave an honest little girl like you on the streets of Paris," said the Baroness.
"I must not stay in Paris," replied Perrine; "I must go at once to my relations."
"You have relations?" exclaimed Grain-of-Salt, looking at the others with an air which said that he did not think that those relations could be worth much. "Where are your relations?"
"Near Amiens."
"And how can you go to Amiens? Have you got money?"
"Not enough to take the train, but I'm going to walk there."
"Do you know the way?"
"I have a map in my pocket...."
"Yes, but does that tell you which road you have to take from here, here in Paris?"