It was so hot that the men took off their jackets and continued eating in their shirt sleeves.
"Madame Boche, please don't spread their butter so thick," said Gervaise, who spoke but little, and who was watching Claude and Etienne from a distance.
She got up from her seat, and went and talked for a minute while standing behind the little ones' chairs.

Children did not reason; they would eat all day long without refusing a single thing; and then she herself helped them to some chicken, a little of the breast.

But mother Coupeau said they might, just for once in a while, risk an attack of indigestion.

Madame Boche, in a low voice accused Boche of caressing Madame Lerat's knees.

Oh, he was a sly one, but he was getting a little too gay.