"I have to go there to-day, and I may as well make a franc or two.

Keep her until I bring the voiture." But Frances stood motionless until the old wagon rattled up to the water's edge.
"She has a dear old face," Bauzy's wife whispered.
"She is blind and deaf, I tell you," old Barbe grumbled, peering up at her.

"Make her pay, Oliver, before you go." Bauzy nodded, and when Frances was seated held out his hand.
"Twenty francs," he said.
She opened her bag and gave them to him.
"She must be folle!" he said uneasily.

"I feel like a thief.

Away with you, Babette!" as a pretty baby ran up to him.