"You wish! Take care; in France the king always says we wish."
"Well, then, we wish that our governor would advance us three months of our allowance."
"What will you do with so much money?"
"Grandpapa, the mother of a brave soldier of your guard has had her cottage burned down, and this will not be too much to build it up again...."
"Very well. I will undertake it...."
"No, grandpapa; because, if you do it, it will not be I."
"And how will you do without money for three months?"
"I shall try to gain some by the good marks I get from my teachers, and for which you always pay me."
"Ah! you depend upon that?"
"Certainly; for I must dress my poor people. I have my poor people, like you, like mamma, like my aunt.... Oh! I have made my calculations, and I am quite satisfied. When I shall have given ten francs to the poor woman in the Bois de Boulogne, who has a sick child, I shall still have twenty sous left for the prince."