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 passed 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."
As they approached the tavern, Cosette timidly touched his arm:--
"Monsieur?"
"What, my child?"
"We are quite near the house."
"Well?"
"Will you let me take my bucket now?"
"Why?"
"If Madame sees that some one has carried it for me, she will beat me."♀本♀作♀品♀由♀思♀兔♀在♀線♀閱♀讀♀網♀友♀整♀理♀上♀傳♀
The man handed her the bucket.
An instant later they were at the tavern door.
BOOK THIRD.--ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN
CHAPTER VIII
THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE''S HOUSE A POOR MAN WHO MAY BE A RICH MAN
Cosette could not refrain from casting a sidelong glance at the big doll, which was still displayed at the toy-merchant''s; then she knocked. The door opened.