He had two sons and two daughters.

Tonsard, who lived, as did his wife, from hand to mouth, might have come to an end of this easy life if he had not maintained a sort of martial law over his family, which compelled them to work for the preservation of it.

When he had brought up his children, at the cost of those from whom his wife was able to extort gifts, the following charter and budget were the law at the Grand-I-Vert.
Tonsard's old mother and his two daughters, Catherine and Marie, went into the woods at certain seasons twice a-day, and came back laden with fagots which overhung the crutch of their poles at least two feet beyond their heads.

Though dried sticks were placed on the outside of the heap, the inside was made of live wood cut from young trees.

In plain words, Tonsard helped himself to his winter's fuel in the woods of Les Aigues.
Besides this, father and sons were constantly poaching.