“HerearesomeprettyEasterdaisies，“hesaid，“andenoughofthemtofurnishoraclestoalltheamorousmaidsintheplace。“
Headded，“ShallIpicksome？Whatdoyouthink？“
“Areyouinlove？“sheasked，coughingalittle。
“H’m，h’m!whoknows？“answeredRodolphe。
Themeadowbegantofill，andthehousewiveshustledyouwiththeirgreatumbrellas，theirbaskets，andtheirbabies。Onehadoftentogetoutofthewayofalongfileofcountryfolk，servant-maidswithbluestockings，flatshoes，silverrings，andwhosmeltofmilk，whenonepassedclosetothem。Theywalkedalongholdingoneanotherbythehand，andthustheyspreadoverthewholefieldfromtherowofopentreestothebanquettent。