He was a member of the Good Children Social Club.

As his parents lived with him, his wife would, according to custom, have been called Madame John but he had no wife.

His father died, then his mother; last of all, himself.

As he is about to be off, in comes Madame John, with 'Tite Poulette, then an infant, on her arm.
"Zalli," said he, "I am going." She bowed her head, and wept.
"You have been very faithful to me, Zalli." She wept on.
"Nobody to take care of you now, Zalli." Zalli only went on weeping.
"I want to give you this house, Zalli; it is for you and the little one." An hour after, amid the sobs of Madame John, she and the "little one" inherited the house, such as it was.

With the fatal caution which characterizes ignorance, she sold the property and placed the proceeds in a bank, which made haste to fail.