He sat up in the bed and looked around.
"You want your mother, don't you?" said Mrs. Jacquot. "She must be
very uneasy about you. Tell us who she is, and we will carry you to
her." "There is no hurry about that," said the child.
"But they will be looking for you."
"So much the better, let them look. My mother will not be worried. She
has other things to do, and no time to attend to me."
"What! Your own mother, and no time to attend to her child?"
"Yes, madam. But she has servants to attend to me." "Servants! Yes,
I think so," said Jacquot. "They let you fall into the water, and you
would have been drowned, if it hadn't been for me. But come, children,
let us have our supper."
They sat down at the table. The mother gave each a tin plate and a
wooden spoon, and then helped them all to boiled beans. The father cut
slices from a loaf of brown bread.
The little stranger came and sat with them. But he would not eat
anything.
"You must tell us who your mother is," said Mrs. Jacquot. "We must let
her know that you are safe."
"Of course she will be glad to know that," said the boy; "but she has
no time to bother about me to-night.
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