I want you to speak very much, for it is so dull, and I have nothing to do.

I want you to tell me stories, Marcelline.

Do you hear, you naughty little thing ?" "And what am I to tell you stories about then, Mademoiselle?
You have got all out of my old head long ago; and when the grain is all ground what can the miller do ?" "Get some more, of course," said Jeanne.

"Why, _I_ could make stories if I tried, I daresay, and I am only seven, and you who are a hundred--are you _quite_ a hundred, Marcelline ?" Marcelline shook her head.
"Not _quite_, Mademoiselle," she said.
"Well, never mind, you are old enough to make stories, any way.

Tell me more about the country where you lived when you were little as I; the country you will never tell me the name of.