I have one of them on. Look, aunt!"
Fanchon spread out very complacently the skirt of a pretty blue robe
she wore.
La Corriveau nodded her head in a sort of silent approval, and
remarked,--"She is free-handed enough! She gives what costs her
nothing, and takes all she can get, and is, after all, a trollop,
like the rest of us, Fanchon, who would be very good if there were
neither men nor money nor fine clothes in the world, to tempt poor
silly women."
"You do say such nasty things, aunt!" exclaimed Fanchon, flashing
with indignation. "I will hear no more! I am going into the house
to see dear old Uncle Dodier, who has been looking through the
window at me for ten minutes past, and dared not come out to speak
to me. You are too hard on poor old Uncle Dodier, aunt," said
Fanchon, boldly. "If you cannot be kind to him, why did you marry
him?"
"Why, I wanted a husband, and he wanted my money, that was all; and
I got my bargain, and his too, Fanchon!" and the woman laughed
savagely.
"I thought people married to be happy, aunt," replied the girl,
persistently.
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