"There, little girl, take my scarf and put around you. This kind of life is alright fer boys but it's pretty tough on girls. Brr! it's rather chilly. And I'll eat a piece out o' Hades if it ain't re-raining again."
"Monsieur, boo-hoo—we—ain't had nothin' to eat—since—morning."
"Well, now don't bawl about that. Let me see—oh, here's a shop. Shovel in here.
"Boy, give us five centimes worth o' bread."
"For how many?"
"Well, there seem to be two uv 'em.
"Here—now take that—brat senior, and you take that, brat junior—now grub away. Ram that into your muzzle. Don't you understand? Well, classically speaking—eat. Well, I thought ye knew how to do that. [Whistles Marseillaise until they have finished, then stops suddenly and says to the boy behind the counter.]—Say, ain't them two nice specimens to be bawlin' jes' 'cause they ain't got no home?
"Hey there, are ye through? Well, shovel out, then. We've got to hurry or the elephant will have closed down his ears. Hey there, Montparnasse! See my two kids?"
"Well, where did you get them, Gavroche?"
"Oh, a gentleman made me a present of 'em, down the street—say, they've got hides like linseed plasters, hain't they?"