Then she saw that the child's face was very pale and that he neither opened his eyes nor moved.
"Oh, what has happened? Where did you find him?"
"I'll tell you all about it," answered Jacquot. "But first get a blanket and warm it, quick. That on the children's bed is best."
"What a beautiful child!" said the mother, as she hurried to do his bidding. The two boys, Charlot and Blondel, with wondering eyes watched their father and mother undress the little stranger. His beautiful clothes were soaked with water, and his fine white collar and ruffles were soiled and dripping.
"He must have some dry clothes. Bring me your Sunday suit, Charlot."
"Here it is, mother." said Charlot.
Soon the little stranger was clad in the warm clothes; the dry soft blanket was wrapped around him; and he was laid on the children's bed.
Then, being very comfortable, he began to grow stronger. The color came back to his cheeks. He opened his eyes and looked around at the small, plain room and at the poor people standing near him.
"Where am I? Where am I?" he asked.
"In my house, my little friend," answered Jacquot.