"Like to be behind the door"—this from her with the beads.
"I wouldn't," said the sister Serene.
"No, you wouldn't!"
"I'd rather be up next to the young man." A merry laugh, and then a sigh from the sister Lize, who looked a bit dreamy and began to tickle her head with a knitting-needle.
"What are you sighing for?" said she with the beads,
"Oh, well," said the other, yawning, "it makes me think o' the time when I was a girl."
"Look! there's Jeanne Brulet,"—it was a quick whisper.
They gathered close and began to shake their heads and frown. Now, indeed, they were as the Fates of old.
"Look at her clothes," another whispered.
"They're better than I can wear. I'd like to know where she gets the money."