[Footnote: _pro._ zhak ko'] His house was small, with only one room in
it; but it was large enough for Jacquot and his wife and their two
little boys.
At one end of the room there was a big fireplace, where the mother did
the cooking. At the other end were the beds. And in the middle was a
rough table with benches around it instead of chairs.
Jacquot's business was to sell charcoal to the rich people in the city.
He might be seen every day with a bag of charcoal on his back, carrying
it to some of his customers. Sometimes he carried three or four bags
to the palace where the little king of France lived with his mother.
One evening he was very late coming home. The table was spread and
supper was ready. The children were hungry and could hardly wait for
their father to come.
"The supper will get cold," said Charlot,[Footnote: _pro._ shar lo']
the eldest.
"I wonder why he is so late," said his little brother,
Blondel.[Footnote: Blon del'.]
"There is to be a great feast at the queen's palace to-night," said
the mother." There will be music and dancing, and many fine people
will be there. Perhaps your father is waiting to help in the kitchen.
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