Mamma Theodore wanted to work but she couldn't, because her eyes got burning hot and full of water.

And so we don't know what to do, for we've had nothing left since yesterday, and if Uncle Toussaint can't lend us twenty sous it'll be all over." She was still smiling in her unconscious way, but two big tears had gathered in her eyes.

And the sight of the child shut up in that bare room, apart from all the happy ones of earth, so upset the priest that he again felt his anger with want and misery awakening.

Then, another ten minutes having elapsed, he became impatient, for he had to go to the Grandidier works before returning home.
"I don't know why Mamma Theodore doesn't come back," repeated Celine.
"Perhaps she's chatting." Then, an idea occurring to her she continued: "I'll take you to my Uncle Toussaint's, Monsieur l'Abbe, if you like.
It's close by, just round the corner." "But you have no shoes, my child." "Oh! that don't matter, I walk all the same." Thereupon he rose from the chair and said simply: "Well, yes, that will be better, take me there.

And I'll buy you some shoes." Celine turned quite pink, and then made haste to follow him after carefully locking the door of the room like a good little housewife, though, truth to tell, there was nothing worth stealing in the place.
In the meantime it had occurred to Madame Theodore that before calling on her brother Toussaint to try to borrow a franc from him, she might first essay her luck with her younger sister, Hortense, who had married little Chretiennot, the clerk, and occupied a flat of four rooms on the Boulevard de Rochechouart.