She must have some shoes!" Rose and Jeanne, with their eyes snapping from under their tangled hair, redoubled their sobs, as they cried out loudly-- "Yes, yes! She must have some shoes! She must have some shoes!" Tiennette, half lifting up her thin, dark face, looked round furtively.
Then, fiercely, without a word, she made one of her feet bleed still more, maddened over a long splinter which she had just drawn out by the aid of a pin, and which must have pained her intensely.
Angelique, quite touched by the scene, offered her the gift.
"See! Here at least is some bread." "Oh, bread!" said the mother.

"No doubt it is necessary to eat.

But it is not with bread that she will be able to walk again, of that I am certain! And we were to go to the fair at Bligny, a fair where, every year, she makes at least two francs.

Oh, good heavens! What will become of us if she cannot go there ?" Pity and embarrassment rendered Angelique mute.

She had exactly five sous in her pocket.