"Oh, Mademoiselle!" I cried reproachfully.
"Oh, Mademoiselle!" cried Marie.

And he fell flat on his back, and spread out his arms and moaned.

He was a good brother, was Marie, and obedient.
And Croisette cried, "Oh, mademoiselle!" too.

But he was always ridiculous in his ways.

He fell flat on his back, and flopped his arms and squealed like a pig.
Yet he was sharp.