Here the deep shouts which came from the direction of the Halles broke out, with a redoublement of hells and noise.
"What is that?" the lad asked.
The father replied,—
"That is the saturnalia."
All at once he perceived the two little ragged boys standing motionless behind the swan's green house.
"Here is the beginning," he said.
And after a silence he added,—
"Anarchy enters this garden."
In the mean while the boy bit the cake, spat it out again, and suddenly began crying.
"Why are you crying?" the father asked.