"But Meeta and Jacques were too busy to attend to her, for Meeta had climbed on a huge piece which had fallen from the rock, and was throwing wreaths of roses to Jacques, who was gathering them up; but at length it was
impossible for them not to give some attention to the little one, she was calling to them with such impatience.
"'Come, Jacques! come, Meeta!' she cried, 'I have found such a pretty little green fishing-net, all spotted with moons; and it has got rings, pretty gold rings; and there are yellow fish in it.' And she quite stamped with eagerness.
"'What does she say?' cried Meeta; 'little magpie, what is it?'
"'A pretty little net,' replied Margot, 'and fish in it, and moons and rings. Oh, come, come!'
"'She has found something strange,' said Jacques; 'I hope nothing that will hurt her.' And down he came tumbling, in his own active way, straight to his little sister, being quickly followed by Meeta.
"Margot was holding up what she had found, crying:
"'Pretty, pretty, pretty!' for it was quite bright and sparkling in the sun.
"'It is a purse!' said Jacques.
"'A green silk purse,' added Meeta, 'with gold spangles and tassels, and gold rings, and it is full of louis d'ors; give it to me, Margot.'