I hear a carriage. It's M. Chose [Thing] who comes to see his treasure. You mean his treasure-keeper, my dear., p. 107

Well then, Sir, you are going to see what my little one did to us one day, when she was very little, p. 15

Amorous Fools

The French Blacksmith

Like Sisyphus

Funeral in Brittany

Immaculate Conception

My little house, my mother ate it. My brother Zidor gambled away my hair, my shawls, my rings ... and all. And my late father drank the rest., p. 93

Sheet Music: Nestor the Hairdresser

I'm going to tell! . . . that you've been in the little jar of that rouge mom wears again.

"There, I've lost more than six francs this month...

"The devil!... It seems that the razor is scarcely any good..."

"Little ones! Little ones! Little ones! Come! Come! Come!"