"So you would not take the nuts and mulberries that do for us common folk, because you had a mind for a fine pine out of the hothouses! That was all, was it?
Eh, well; I do not begrudge you.

Only take care; remember, the nuts and mulberries last through summer and autumn, and there are heaps of them on every fair-stall and street corner; but the pine, that is eaten in a day, one springtime, and its like does not grow in the hedges.

You will have your mouth full of sugar an hour,--and then, eh!--you will go famished all the year." "I do not understand," said Bebee, looking up, with her thoughts far away, and scarcely hearing the words spoken to her.
"Oh, pretty little fool! you understand well enough," said Lisette, grinning, as she rubbed up a melon.

"Does he give you fine things?
You might let me see." "No one gives me anything." "Chut! you want me to believe that.

Why Jules is only a lad, and his father is a silk mercer, and only gives him a hundred francs a month, but Jules buys me all I want--somehow--or do you think I would take the trouble to set my cap straight when he goes by?
He gave me these ear-rings, look.