"Yes; and what beautiful silver candlesticks!" "And the picture of the holy Virgin, how kind she looks!" "And did you look at the fine lamps, and the handsome cloth on the large table at the bottom, when the priest was saying mass with his two friends, dressed like himself, and who gave him water and wine?" "Tell me, Francois, do you remember last year, at the Fete-Dieu, when we saw from here the little communicants, with their white veils, pass over the bridge?" "What nice nosegays they had!" "How they sang in a soft tone, holding the ribands of their banners!" "And how the silver lace of their banners shone in the sunshine! What a deal of money it must have cost!" "Oh, how beautiful it was! Wasn't it, Francois?" "I believe you! And the communicants with their bows of white satin on the arm, and their wax candles, with red velvet and gold on the part by which they hold them." "And the little boys had their banners, too, hadn't they, Francois? Ah, Francois, how I was thumped that day for asking our mother why we did not go in the procession, like the other children!" "And it was then she forbade us from ever going into a church when we should go into the town, or to Paris; 'Unless it was to rob the poor-box, or the pockets of the people who were hearing mass,' Calabash said, grinning, and showing her nasty yellow teeth. Oh, what a bad thing she is!" "Oh, and as for that, they should kill me before I would rob in a church; and you, too, Francois?" "There, or anywhere; what difference does it make, when once one has made up one's mind?" "Why, I don't know; but I should be so frightened, I could never do it." "Because of the priests?" "No; but because of the portrait of the holy Virgin, who seems so kind and good." "What consequence is a portrait? It won't eat or drink, you silly child!" "That's very true; but then I really couldn't. It is not my fault." "Talking of priests, Amandine, do you remember that day when Nicholas gave me two such hard boxes on the ear, because he saw me make a bow to the curate, who passed on the bank? I had seen everybody salute him, and so I saluted him; I didn't think I was doing any wrong." "Yes; but then, you know, Brother Martial said, as Nicholas did, that there was no occasion to salute the priests." At this moment Francois and Amandine heard footsteps in the passage. Martial was going to his chamber, without any mistrust, after his conversation with his mother, believing that Nicholas was safely locked up until the next morning. Seeing a ray of light coming from out the closet in which the children slept, Martial came into the room. They both ran to him, and he embraced them affectionately. "What! Not in bed yet, little gossips?" "No, brother, we waited until you came, that we might see you, and wish you good night," said Amandine. "And then we heard you speaking very loud below, as if there were a quarrel," added Francois.