ime. I know how to blow my nose."

"But you might also get the pimples."

At this the nurse burst into laughter so loud that the bric-a-brac
rattled. "Oh, oh, oh! Dear lady, let me tell you, we ain't city folks,
we ain't; we don't have such soft skins. What sort of talk is that?
Pimples--what difference would that make to poor folks like us? We don't
have a white complexion like the ladies of Paris. We are out all day in
the fields, in the sun and the rain, instead of rubbing cold cream
on our muzzles! No offense, ma'am--but I say if you're looking for an
excuse to get rid of me, you must get a better one than that."

"Excuse!" exclaimed the other. "What in the world do you mean?"

"Oh, I know!" said the nurse, nodding her head.

"But speak!"

"It's no use, when you're only a poor country woman."

"I don't understand you! I swear to you that I don't understand you!"

"Well," sneered the other, "I understand."

"But then--explain yourself."

"No, I don't want to say it."

"But you must; I wish it."

"Well--"

"Go ahead."

"I'm only a poor country woman, but I am no more stupid than the others,
for all that. I know perfectly well what your tricks mean. Mr. George
here has been grumbling because you promised me thirty francs more a
month, if I came to Paris." And then, turning upon the other, she went
on--"But, sir, isn't it only natural? Don't I have to put my own child
away somewheres else? And then, can my husband live on his appetite?
We're nothing but poor country people, we are."

"You are making a mistake, nurse," broke in George. "It is nothing at
all of that sort; mother is quite right. I am so far from wanting
to reproach you, that, on the contrary, I think she had not promised
enough, and I want to make you, for my part, another promise. When you
go away, when baby is old enough to be weaned, by way of thanking you,
we wish to give you--"

Madame Dupont broke in, hurriedly, "We wish to give you,--over and above
your wages, you understand--we wish to give you five hundred francs, and
perhaps a thousand, if the little one is altogether in good health. You
understand?"

The nurse stared at her, stupefied. "You will give me five hundred
francs--for myself?" She sought to comprehend the words. "But that was
not agreed, you don't have to do that at all."

"No," admitted Madame Dupont.

"But then," whispered the nurse, half to herself, "that's not natural."

"Yes," the other hurried on, "it is