She wheels half around and looks over her shoulder.

The flaring bonnet and loose ribbons gave her a more girlish look than ever.
"Now which is the older, little old woman ?" she chirrups, and smites her daughter's cheek softly with her palm.
"And you are not afraid to go alone ?" "No; but remember! look at that dog!" The brute sinks apologetically to the floor.

Clotilde opens the street door, hands Aurore the note, Aurore lays a frantic kiss upon her lips, pressing it on tight so as to get it again when she comes back, and--while Clotilde calls the cook to gather up the buttons and take away the broom, and while the cook, to make one trip of it, gathers the hound into her bosom and carries broom and dog out together--Aurore sallies forth, leaving Clotilde to resume her sewing and await the coming of a guitar scholar.
"It will keep her fully an hour," thought the girl, far from imagining that Aurore had set about a little private business which she proposed to herself to accomplish before she even started in the direction of M.
Grandissime's counting-rooms..