"Whoa there, monsieur, where's your roof? You've got enough light in them blinkers of yours to light up my apartments--say, monsieur, you're either crazy or you've had an awful good time!" "Be off with you, imp." "Say, did you know there wus a goin' ter be war in this town in a few days and I'm goin' to enlist as general of the army--Forward--March--Say, monsieur, I believe I know you, yes, sir, I've seen you down in that Napoleon meetin' way down there in that cellar--" "Oh, be off with you, imp!" "Yes, sir, I'm goin' now. Sorry I can't walk with you further, but business calls me in the other direction. "Good evenin', monsieur--Watch out there. Can't ye see where yer goin'? Little more an' ye'd been eatin' the dandelions! Good evenin', monsieur!" A little further down the street, Gavroche was standing scrutinizing a shop window, when two little children came up to him crying. "What's the matter with you, brats?" "Boo-hoo--we--ain't got no place to sleep." "The idea a bawlin' about that. Come along with me, I'll give ye a place to sleep. Say, hev ye got any shiners?" "Boo-hoo--no--sir!" "Well, come along with me. I'm rich. Ye can't hear 'em rattle, but all is not gold that rattles." "Monsieur, we--boo-hoo--we asked that barber man over there to let us get warm in his store and--and--he wouldn't do--it--boo-hoo!" "Well, now, don't bawl about that. He don't know no better. He's an Englishman. But I'll jes' take a note of that insult. [Takes paper from his pocket and writes.]--Get even with Barber at 63 Rue Saint Antoine. Too mean to occupy space here below. There now! that'll fix 'em. Hurry along here now or my hotel will be closed.--Say, brats, you stay here a minute. There is a poor little girl what's cold and she ain't got nothin' around her. You stay here till I gits back. "There, little girl, take my scarf and put around you. This kind of life is alright fer boys but it's pretty tough on girls. Brr! it's rather chilly. And I'll eat a piece out o' Hades if it ain't re-raining again." "Monsieur, boo-hoo--we--ain't had nothin' to eat--since--morning." "Well, now don't bawl about that. Let me see--oh, here's a shop. Shovel in here. "Boy, give us five centimes worth o' bread." "For how many?" "Well, there seem to be two uv 'em. "Here--now take that--brat senior, and you take that, brat junior--now grub away. Ram that into your muzzle. Don't you understand? Well, classically speaking--eat. Well, I thought ye knew how to do that. [Whistles Marseillaise until they have finished, then stops suddenly and says to the boy behind the counter.]--Say, ain't them two nice specimens to be bawlin' jes' 'cause they ain't got no home? "Hey there, are ye through? Well, shovel out, then. We've got to hurry or the elephant will have closed down his ears. Hey there, Montparnasse! See my two kids?" "Well, where did you get them, Gavroche?"