There, Ma'm'selle!" His chest swelled, he blew out his cheeks, he pulled Parpon's ear as Napoleon pulled Murat's.

"Ma'm'selle, allons! Babette, the sister of my first wife-ah! she is a great cook also--well, she was pouring into my plate the soup--there is nothing like pea-soup with a fine lump of pork, and thick molasses for the buckwheat cakes.

Ma'm'selle, allons! Just then I thought.

It is very good; you shall see; you shall learn how to cook.

Babette will teach you.