"Pray, do not scold us—we mean no harm."
"Whoever asks hospitality at this door receives it," answered Labarre. "But tell who you both are."
Caillette, for it was she, laid her finger on her lips and whispered low:
"She is mad!"
Tears came to the old man's eyes.
"I beg of you," he asked again, "to tell me who this woman is."
"A poor, sick creature, who was once very happy. She has lost her husband and her children, and met with some terrible accident beside."
"But her name?"
"I have not the smallest idea. Cinette always calls her mamma."
"Cinette! Who bears that name?"