Dyed wool we knit while rumbles by the cart.
Knit! knit! all knitting in the sun.
We are the tricoteuses!
Red wool we knit while soul and body part.
Knit! knit! the knitting now is done!
[They seat themselves upon the church steps.
A Child
Maman! Maman! how many carts will pass?
A Woman
None, sweeting, none! It is a holiday.