A village! good! Here would be children, without doubt; and where there were children, Marie was among friends.

She stopped for a moment, to push back her hair, which had fallen down in the course of her night, and to tie the blue handkerchief neatly over it, and shake the dust from her bare feet.

They were pretty feet, so brown and slender! She had shoes, but they were in the wagon; La Patronne took care of all the Sunday clothes, and there had been no chance to get at anything, even if she could have been hampered by such things as shoes, with the Lady to carry.

It did not in the least matter about shoes, when it was summer: when the road was hot, one walked in the cool grass at the side; when there was no grass--eh, one waited till one came to some.
They were only for state, these shoes.

They were stiff and hard, and the heel-places hurt: it was different for La Patronne, who wore stockings under hers.