"All day?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you?"
"Oh, I work."
"All day?"
The child raised her large eyes, in which stood a tear, invisible in the darkness, and replied softly,—
"Yes, sir." After a silence she continued: "Sometimes, when I have finished my work and they allow me, I amuse myself."
"In what way?"
"As I can; they let me be, but I have not many toys. Ponine and Zelma do not like me to play with their dolls, and I have only a little leaden sword, no longer than that."
The child held out her little finger.