Jean-Baptiste
(The little French boy.) I know. They bloom bigger blooms in the American ditch.
Angélique
(Climbs into the ditch and picks flowers busily.) Why do people call it the 'Merican ditch, Jean-B'tiste? What's 'Merican?
Jean-Baptiste
(Ripples laughter.) One's little sister doesn't know much! Never mind. One is so young—three years younger than I am. I'm ten, you know.
Angélique
Tiens, Jean-B'tiste. Not ten till next month.
Jean-Baptiste
Oh, but—but—next month!