Pass me yours." "Oh! Madame Lerat's fire's out!" laughed the whole shop.
They refused to listen to any explanation, but maintained they were going to call in the gentleman outside to rekindle Madame Lerat's fire.
However, the gentleman over the way had gone off.

The room grew calmer and the work was carried on in the sultry heat.

When twelve o'clock struck--meal-time--they all shook themselves.

Nana, who had hastened to the window again, volunteered to do the errands if they liked.

And Leonie ordered two sous worth of shrimps, Augustine a screw of fried potatoes, Lisa a bunch of radishes, Sophie a sausage.