Pointing to the bush, and holding out her finger, on which stood a tiny drop of blood, Georgette said to René-Jean,—
"Prick."
Gros-Alain, who had also pricked himself, looked suspiciously at the bush, and cried out,—
"It is a beast."
"No, it's a stick," replied René-Jean.
"Sticks are wicked, then," remarked Gros-Alain.
Again Georgette would have liked to cry, but she decided to laugh.
