"'Well, monsieur, what's the little one's name, and yours, and your wife's?'

"At that the gentleman made a funny kind of face; he hesitated a long while, as if he was trying to think what answer he could make, and finally he said:

The Flower Girl of The Château d'Eau, v.1 (Novels of Paul de Kock Volume XV) — Part 9

"'The child's name is Evelina--Evelina de Paulausky.--Now go; I will write to you.'

The Flower Girl of The Château d'Eau, v.1 (Novels of Paul de Kock Volume XV) — Part 9

"At that he pushed me out with the child and the bundle. I started back the same day; and since then, and that was three years ago, not a word from the child's parents. Evelina they called her, but we found that name too long and too hard to pronounce, and so, as the child when she was a year old, loved violets and could pick them as she rolled about on the grass, why we just called her Violette; you can call her so too, if you choose. She answers to that name better than to Evelina!"

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That is what the nurse had told the good woman who took Violette to Paris. That charitable person was by no means wealthy, but she had given the child some education. Violette had learned to read, to write, and to do some kinds of sewing, but her protectress died before she was very learned. The child was only eleven when she lost her.

Being left alone and without resources, and having too much pride to beg her bread, she went from door to door, to all the people in the quarter, saying:

"Please give me something to do; I am able to work; I know how to knit and sew; I will do anything you want, but employ me, I beg you, for I would rather starve to death than beg and live on the charity of passers-by."

These words indicated a certain pride and a lofty spirit; they indicated above all else Violette's horror of idleness, which is the most dangerous of all faults. They were worth more than a letter of recommendation.

"I know a lady who is looking for a young maid to take her little ones to walk. I will give you her address, you can go to see her, and perhaps she'll hire you. But oh, dear! I am afraid that she'll think you a little too young.--How old are you?"

"Oh, no! I won't lie, madame; my protectress always told me that that was a very wicked habit."

"Ah! my girl, anyone can see that you are young! If you pass your life without lying, you'll be a famous phenomenon, and they'll exhibit you later for two sous. However, that's your business. You can do as you choose."