"Hou-hou! I'm coming. Ma'm'zelle she ask me."
"I'll tell her to send you back-word."
"She wun't, she wun't. Where you goin'?"
"To the harbour, to see if all the good things have come for the other little boys and girls."
"Oh la-la! Good things and bad things come by the boat. Sometime it'll sink and drown 'em all."
"Little rascal!" and he waved his hand and went on.
"Late, isn't she, Carré?" he asked, as he leaned over the sea-wall with the rest.
"She's late, sir."
"I hope nothing's happened to her. I'll never forgive her if she's made an end of my sweet things for the kiddies."
"She'll come."