"Old Yvonne's tipsy!" was the cry.

　　She had fallen, and the street children ran after her. It was just atthe boundary of the parish of Ploubazlanec, where many houses stragglealong the roadside. But she had the strength to rise and hobble alongon her stick.

　　"Old Yvonne's tipsy!"The bold little creatures stared her full in the face, laughing. Her/coiffe/ was all awry. Some of these little ones were not reallywicked, and these, when they scanned her closer and saw the seni............