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But the figure of the woman was still more remarkable: she had

her petticoat turned up, filled with as much flour as it could

hold, and a little more; so that from time to time it flew over

the pavement. She was, indeed, a grotesque picture, with her arms

stretched out to encompass her burden, and staggering under its

weight, her bare legs were seen beneath it. The boy held with

both hands a basket full of bread on his head, but he was

detained behind his parents to pick up the loaves which were

constantly falling from it.

"If you let another fall, you ugly little dog--" said the mother,

in a rage.

"I don't let them fall; they fall of themselves. How can I help

it?" replied he.

"Eh! it's well for thee that my hands are full," resumed the

woman.

"Come, come," said the man, "now that we have a little plenty,

let us enjoy it in peace."