I won't stay to be laughed at about this too.

If I was sure to be cut in pieces, I'd go.
Give over blubbering, girl, and get us a bottle of the best wine, and while we are drinking it, the sergeant and I, you make up my bundle.

I shall never do any good here." Jacintha knew the obstinate toad.

She did as she was bid, and soon the little bundle was ready, and the two men faced the wine; La Croix, radiant and bellicose; Dard, crestfallen but dogged (for there was a little bit of good stuff at the bottom of the creature); and Jacintha rocking herself, with her apron over her head.
"I'll give you a toast," said La Croix.

"Here's gunpowder." Jacintha promptly honored the toast with a flood of tears.
"Drop that, Jacintha," said Dard, angrily; "do you think that is encouraging?
Sergeant, I told this poor girl all about glory before you came, but she was not ripe for it: say something to cheer her up, for I can't." "I can," cried this trumpet of battle, emptying its glass.