“You mean larton brutal !” 56 retorted Gavroche, calmly and coldly disdainful. “White bread, boy! white bread! 57 I’m standing treat.”

The baker could not repress a smile, and as he cut the white bread he surveyed them in a compassionate way which shocked Gavroche.

“Come, now, baker’s boy!” said he, “what are you taking our measure like that for?”

All three of them placed end to end would have hardly made a measure.

When the bread was cut, the baker threw the sou into his drawer, and Gavroche said to the two children:⁠—

“Grub away.”