"No! let them see what they have done with their little odd jobs: this is my last for one while.

I sha'n't go on two legs again this year." The ladies came up with them.
"O monsieur!" said Josephine, "what is the matter ?" "We have met with a little accident, mademoiselle, that is all.

Dard has hurt his foot; nothing to speak of, but I thought he would be best at home." Rose raised the coat which Riviere, in spite of Dard, had flung over his foot.
"He is bleeding! Dard is bleeding! Oh, my poor Dard.

Oh! oh!" "Hush, Rose!" "No, don't put him out of heart, mademoiselle.

Take another pull at the flask, Dard.