"Hush! you don't deserve to be so fine!"
"Fine! oh, yes! all the boys make fun of me and say I look like a chienlit."[A]
"They're little villains! They say that from envy, for they'd like right well to have a hat like yours.—Say, monsieur, can you promise me a seat in the other 'bus?"
"Oh! I can't promise you; but if there's no room in that, there's sure to be in the next one."
"Do they start often?"
"Every twenty minutes."
"Wait twenty minutes! why, that's horrible! Oh! how sorry I am I promised my aunt to dine with her to-day!"
"Especially," muttered the servant, "as we have to carry our own dinner when we dine with her.—A pretty kind of invitation! She don't ruin herself giving dinner parties!"
"Here, give me two tickets for Belleville."
"Here they are, madame."