The other women were now stretching and getting ready to begin ironing.
Clemence had a terrible attack of coughing as soon as she moved.

Finally she was able to return to the shirt she had been doing.

Madame Putois began to work on the petticoat again.
"Well, good-bye," said Virginie.

"I only came out for a quarter-pound of Swiss cheese.

Poisson must think I've frozen to death on the way." She had only just stepped outside when she turned back to say that Augustine was at the end of the street, sliding on the ice with some urchins.