“Yes, mademoiselle.”
“What an odd name! I never heard it before.”
“But you have seen the thing?”
“Yes.”
“Do you understand Latin?”
“No.”
“Well, it means eggs—from the Latin ovum.”
“What queer fellows you are, you architects!” cried Rogron. “It is stepping on egg-shells to deal with you.”
“Shall we paint the corridor?” asked the builder.
“Good heavens, no!” cried Sylvie. “That would be five hundred francs more!”