The explorers were surprised—indignant.
“Well, what manners!”
“It’s quite true what Kate told us. The French hate us.”
“But isn’t it beastly ungrateful of them?”
“My dear, it’s all a question of coal.”
The family moved on. Madame Poupart’s shop amused them immensely. The boy pointed it out with a finger of scorn.
“Ma, look at the rabbit-hutch!”
“Shut up, Fred,” said his father, glimpsing a long and yellow face at the window—the austere face of Madame Poupart.
The women sided with the boy.
“Don’t be so touchy.”