They all begged during the day on the highway and along the moat, coming back at night, their feet worn out from fatigue in their old shoes fastened with bits of string.

Indeed, that very evening Tiennette had been obliged to leave hers among the stones, and had returned wounded and with bleeding ankles.

Seated before their door, in the midst of the high grass of the Clos-Marie, she drew out the thorns from her flesh, whilst her mother and the two children surrounded her and uttered lamentations.
Just then Angelique arrived, hiding under her apron the bread which she had brought them, as she did once every week.

She had entered the field by the little garden-gate, which she had left open behind her, as she intended to go back as quickly as possible.

But she stopped on seeing all the family in tears.
"What is the matter?
Why are you in such distress ?" "Ah, my good lady!" whined the mother Lemballeuse, "do not you see in what a terrible state this great foolish girl has put herself?
To-morrow she will not be able to walk, so that will be a whole day lost.