“Well, are you not going to say anything? I am your cousin Sylvie, and that is your cousin Rogron.”
“Do you want something to eat?” asked Rogron.
“When did you leave Nantes?” asked Sylvie.
“Is she dumb?” said Rogron.
“Poor little dear, she has hardly any clothes,” cried Adele, who had opened the child’s bundle, tied up in a handkerchief of the old Lorrains.
“Kiss your cousin,” said Sylvie.
Pierrette kissed Rogron.
“Kiss your cousin,” said Rogron.
Pierrette kissed Sylvie.
“She is tired out with her journey, poor little thing; she wants to go to sleep,” said Adele.