"Well, young ladies, what is this trade of yours that has brought you into trouble?"
Jehanneton dropped a curtsey.
"I make the caps that line helmets."
Isabeau followed quickly,
"I am a lace weaver. Enne, an honest trade."
Blanche came next,
"I am a slipper maker."
Denise ended the catalogue.
"And I a glover."
Mischief danced in Villon's eyes.