There's a double row of trees along it on this side, and several benches where people can wait for the tram-cars that pass down this street and then across the bridge into Tours.

Marie found an old friend of hers sitting on one of the benches,--such a big fat woman, and oh, such a gossip! Marie said she was tired, so we sat there a long time.

Her friend's name is Clotilde Robard.

They talked about everybody in St.Symphorien.
"Then I gossiped, too.

I asked Clotilde Robard if she knew why the gate with the big scissors was never opened any more.