Part 75 (1/2)
”What little girls?”
”Ponine and Zelma.”
This was the way the child simplified the romantic names so dear to the female Thenardier.
”Who are Ponine and Zelma?”
”They are Madame Thenardier's young ladies; her daughters, as you would say.”
”And what do those girls do?”
”Oh!” said the child, ”they have beautiful dolls; things with gold in them, all full of affairs. They play; they amuse themselves.”
”All day long?”
”Yes, sir.”
”And you?”
”I? I work.”
”All day long?”
The child raised her great eyes, in which hung a tear, which was not visible because of the darkness, and replied gently:--
”Yes, sir.”
After an interval of silence she went on:--
”Sometimes, when I have finished my work and they let me, I amuse myself, too.”
”How do you amuse yourself?”
”In the best way I can. They let me alone; but I have not many playthings. Ponine and Zelma will not let me play with their dolls. I have only a little lead sword, no longer than that.”
The child held up her tiny finger.
”And it will not cut?”
”Yes, sir,” said the child; ”it cuts salad and the heads of flies.”
They reached the village. Cosette guided the stranger through the streets. They pa.s.sed the bakeshop, but Cosette did not think of the bread which she had been ordered to fetch. The man had ceased to ply her with questions, and now preserved a gloomy silence.
When they had left the church behind them, the man, on perceiving all the open-air booths, asked Cosette:--
”So there is a fair going on here?”
”No, sir; it is Christmas.”