"Look! old Gringoire gave me these.

I shall wear them at mass next Sunday.

I never had a pair of shoes in my life." "But how will you wear shoes without stockings ?" It was a snake cast into her Eden.
She had never thought of it.
"Perhaps I can save money and buy some," she answered after a sad little pause.

"But that I could not do till next year.

They would cost several francs, I suppose." "Unless a good fairy gives them to you ?" Bebee smiled; fairies were real things to her--relations indeed.