A child--a soldier--a dancer--a brigand--a spoiled beauty--a mischievous gamin--how is one to treat such a little fagot of opposites ?" The others smiled.
"Ah! you do not know the Little One yet.

She is worth a study.

I painted her years ago--'La Vivandiere a Sept Ans.' There was not a picture in the Salon that winter that was sought like it.

I had traveled in Algeria then; I had not entered the army.

The first thing I saw of Cigarette was this: She was seven years old; she had been beaten black and blue; she had had two of her tiny teeth knocked out.