"I can manage it." And going out on to the pavement she called Pere Bru who was just then crossing the roadway.

The old workman entered, stooping and stiff and his face without expression.
"Seat yourself there, my good fellow," said the laundress.

"You won't mind eating with us, will you ?" He simply nodded his head.

He was willing; he did not mind.
"As well him as another," continued she, lowering her voice.

"He doesn't often eat his fill.