His　wife　meanwhile　had　left　the　Temple　at　early　dawn　with　her
  dreadful　knitting…work。　〃I　must　be　on　the　spot　early　if　I　want　a
  good　place　to…day；〃　she　said；　〃and　it　would　be　a　real　misfortune　for
  me；　if　I　should　not　see　the　miserable　head　of　the　she…wolf　drop；　and
  not　make　a　double　stitch　in　my　stocking。〃
  〃But　you　forget；　Jeanne　Marie；〃　said　Simon；　with　a　grin；　〃you　forget
  that　you　lose　your　bet　if　you　make　the　mark　in　your　stocking。〃
  〃I　would　rather　lose　all　the　bets　that　were　ever　made　than　not　make
  the　mark　in　my　stocking；〃　cried　the　knitter；　grimly。　〃I　would　rather
  lose　my　wedding…dress　and　my　marriage…ring　than　win　this　bet。　Go　up
  to　the　platform　with　the　young　wolf；　and　wait　for　me　there。　As　soon
  as　I　have　made　the　mark　in　my　stocking；　I　will　run　home　and　show　it
  to　you。〃
  〃It　is　too　bad　that　I　cannot　go　with　you；〃　said　Simon；　sighing。　〃I
  wish　I　had　never　undertaken　the　business　of　bringing　up　the　little
  Capet。　It　is　hateful　work；　for　I　can　never　leave　the　Temple；　and　I
  am　just　as　much　a　prisoner　as　he　is。〃
  〃The　republic　has　done　you　a　great　honor；〃　said　the　knitter；
  solemnly。　〃She　has　confidence　that　you　will　make　out　of　the　son　of
  the　she…wolf；　out　of　the　worthless　scion　of　tyrants；　a　son　of　the
  republic；　a　useful　citizen。〃
  〃Good　talk；〃　growled　Simon；　〃and　you　have　only　the　honor　of　the
  affair；　and　the　satisfaction　besides　of　plaguing　the　son　of　our
  tyrants　a　bit。〃
  〃Of　taking　revenge；〃　struck　in　the　knitter〃revenge　for　the　misery
  which　my　family　has　suffered　from　the　tyrants。〃
  〃But　I；〃　continued　Simon；　〃I　have　certainly　the　honor　of　the　thing；
  but　I　have　also　the　burden。　In　the　first　place；　it　is　very　hard　to
  make　a　strong　and　useful　citizen；　of　the　republic　out　of　this
  whining；　tender；　and　sensitive　urchin。　And　then　again　it　is　very
  unpleasant　and　disagreeable　to　have　to　live　like　a　prisoner　always。〃
  〃Listen；　Simon；　hear　what　I　promise　you；〃　said　Jeanne　Marie；　laying
  her　hard　brown　hand　upon　Simon's　shoulder。　〃If　the　Austrian　atones
  to…day　for　her　crimes；　and　the　executioner　shows　her　head　to　the
  avenged　people；　I　will　give　up　my　place　at　the　guillotine　as　a
  knitter；　will　remain　with　you　here　in　the　Temple；　will　take　my　share
  in　the　bringing　up　of　the　little　Capet；　and　you　yourself　shall　make
  the　proposition　to　the　supervisor；　that　your　wife　like　yourself
  shall　not　be　allowed　to　leave　the　Temple。〃
  〃That　is　something　I　like　to　hear；〃　cried　Simon；　delighted；　〃there
  will　then　be　at　least　two　of　us　to　bear　the　tedium　of　imprisonment。
  So　go；　Jenne　Marie；　take　your　place　for　the　last　time　at　the
  guillotine；　for　I　tell　you；　you　will　lose　your　bet；　you　will　have　to
  furnish　brandy　and　cakes；　and　stay　with　me　here　at　the　Temple　to
  bring　up　the　little　Capet。　So　go；　I　will　go　up　to　the　platform　with
  the　boy；　and　wait　there　for　your　return。〃
  He　called　the　little　Louis　Charles；　who　was　sitting　on　the　tottering
  rush…chair　in　his　room；　and　anxiously　waiting　to　see　whether　〃his
  master〃　was　going　to　take　him　that　day　out　of　the　dismal；　dark
  prison。
  〃Come；　little　Capet；〃　cried　Simon；　pushing　the　door　open　with　his
  foot〃　come；　we　will　go　up　on　the　platform。　You　can　take　your　ball
  along　and　play；　and　I　advise　you　to　be　right　merry　to…day；　for　it　is
  a　holiday　for　the　republic；　and　I　am　going　to　teach　you　to　be　a　good
  republican。　So　if　you　want　to　keep　your　back　free　from　my　straps；　be
  jolly　to…day；　and　play　with　your　ball〃
  〃Oh！〃　cried　the　child；　springing　forward　merrily　with　his　ball〃
  oh！　only　be　good；　master；　I　will　certainly　be　merry；　for　I　like　to
  play　with　my　ball；　and　I　am　ever　so　fond　of　holidays。　What　kind　of
  one　is　it　to…day？〃
  〃No　matter　about　your　knowing　that；　you　little　toad！〃　growled　Simon；
  who　in　spite　of　himself　had　compassion　on　the　pale　face　of　the　child
  that　looked　up　to　him　so　innocently　and　inquiringly。　〃Up　the
  staircase　quick；　and　play　and　laugh。〃
  Louis　obeyed　with　a　smile；　sprang　up　the　high　steps　of　the　winding
  stairway；　jumped　about　on　the　platform；　throwing　his　ball　up　in　the
  air；　and　shouting　aloud　when　he　caught　it　again　with　his　little　thin
  hands。
  Meanwhile　Simon　stood　leaning　on　the　iron　railing　that　surrounded
  the　platform；　looking　with　his　searching　eyes　down　into　the　street
  which　far　below　ran　between　the　dark　houses　like　a　narrow　ribbon。
  The　wind　now　brought　the　sustained　notes　of　the　drums　to　him；　then
  he　saw　the　street　below　suddenly　filled　with　a　dark　mass；　as　if　the
  ribbon　were　turning　into　crape　that　was　filling　all　Paris。
  〃The　people　are　in　motion　by　thousands；〃　cried　Simon；　delightedly；
  〃and　all　rushing　to　the　Place　de　la　Revolution。　I　shall　win　my　bet。〃
  And　again　he　listened　to　the　sound　that　came　up　to　him；　now
  resembling　the　beat　of　drums；　and　now　a　loud　cry　of　exultation。
  〃Now　I　think　Samson　must　be　striking　the　head　off　the　wolf！〃　growled
  Simon　to　himself；　〃and　the　people　are　shouting　with　pleasure；　and
  Jeanne　Marie　is　making　a　mark　in　her　stocking；　and　I；　poor　fellow；
  cannot　be　there　to　see　the　fine　show！　And　this　miserable　brat　is　to
  blame　for　it；〃　he　cried　aloud；　turning　suddenly　round　to　the　child
  who　was　playing　behind　him　with　his　ball；　and　giving　him　a　savage
  blow　with　his　fist。
  〃You　are　the　cause；　stupid；　that　I　cannot　be　there　today！〃
  〃Master；〃　said　the　child；　beseechingly；　lifting　his　great　blue　eyes；
  in　which　the　tears　were　standing；　up　to　his　tormentor〃　master；　I
  beg　your　forgiveness　if　I　have　troubled　you。〃
  〃Yes；　you　have　troubled　me；〃　growled　Simon；　〃and　you　shall　get　your
  thanks　for　it　in　a　way　you　will　not　like。　Quick；　away　with　your
  tears；　go　on　with　your　play　if　you　do　not　want　your　back　to　make
  acquaintance　with　my　straps。　Merry；　I　say；　little　Capet；　merry！〃
  The　boy　hastily　dried　his　tears；　laughed　aloud　as　a　proof　of　his
  merriment；　and　began　to　jump　about　again　and　to　play　with　his　ball。
  Simon　listened　again；　and　looked　down　longingly　into　the　streets；
  which　were　now　black　with　the　surging　masses　of　men。　Steps　were　now
  heard　upon　the　stairway；　and　Jeanne　Marie　presently　appeared　on　the
  platform。　With　a　grave；　solemn　air　she　walked　up　to　her　husband；　and
  gave　him　her　stocking；　on　which　three　great　drops　of　blood　were
  visible。
  〃That　is　her　blood；〃　she　said；　calmly。　〃Thank　God；　I　have　lost　the
  bet！〃
  〃What　sort　of　a　bet　was　it？〃　asked　the　boy；　with　a　smile；　and　giving
  his　ball　a　merry　toss。
  〃The　bet　is　nothing　to　you；〃　answered　Jeanne　Marie；　〃but　if　you　are
  good　you　will　get　something　by　and　by；　and　have　a　share　in　the
  payment　of　the　bet！〃
  That　evening　there　was　a　little　feast　prepared　in　the　gloomy　rooms
  of　the　Simons。　The　wife　paid　the　wager；　for　the　Queen　of　France　had
  really　been　executed；　and　she　had　lost。　She　provided　two　bottles　of
  brandy　and　a　plum　cake；　and　the　son　of　the　murdered　queen　had　a
  share　in　the　entertainment。　He　ate　a　piece　of　the　plum　cake；　and；
  under　the　fear　of　being　beaten　if　he　refused；　he　drank　some　of　the
  brandy　that　was　so　offensive　to　him。
  From　this　time　the　unhappy　boy　remained　under　the　hands　of　the
  cobbler　and　his　cruel　wife。　In　vain　his　aunt　and　his　sister　implored
  their　keepers　to　be　allowed　to　see　and　to　talk　with　the　prince。　They
  were　put　off　with　abusive　words；　and　only　now　and　then　could　they
  see　him　a　moment　through　a　crack　in　the　door；　as　he　passed　by　with
  Simon；　on　his　way　to　the　winding　staircase。　At　times　there　came　up
  through　the　floor　of　their　roomfor　Simon；　who　was　no　longer
  porter；　had　the　rooms　directly　beneath　these　occupied　by　the
  princessesthe　crying　and　moaning　of　the　little　prince；　filling
  their　hearts　with　pain　and　bitterness；　for　they　knew　that　the
  horrible　keeper　of　the　dauphin　was　giving　his　pitiable　ward　a
  lesson；　i。e。；　he　was　beating　and　maltreating　him。　〃Why？　For　what
  reason？　One　day；　perhaps；　because　he　refused　to　drink　brandy；　the
  next　because　he　looked　sad；　or　because　he　asked　to　be　taken　to　his
  mother　or　the　princesses；　or　because　he　refused　to　sing　the　ribald
  songs　which　Simon　tried　to　teach　him　about　Madame　Veto　or　the
  Austrian　she…wolf。
  In　this　one　thing　the　boy　remained　immovable；　neither　threats；
  abuse；　nor　blows　would　force　him　to　sing　scurrilous　songs　about　his
  mother。　Out　of　fear　he　did　every　thing　else　that　his　tormentor　bade
  him。　He　sung　the　Marseillaise；　and　the　Caira；　he　danced　the
  Carmagnole；　uttered　his　loud　hurrahs　as　Simon　drank　a　glass　of
  brandy　to　the　weal　of　the　one　and　indivisible　republic；　but　when　he
  was　ordered　to　sing　mocking　songs　about　Madame　Veto；　he　kept　a
  stubborn　silence；　and　nothing　was　able　to　overcome　what　Simon　called
  the　〃obstinacy　of　the　little　viper。〃
  Nothing；　neither　blows　nor　kicks；　neither　threats　nor　promises！　The
  child　no　longer　ventured　to　ask　after　its　mother；　or　to　beg　to　be
  taken　to　his　aunt　and　sister；　but　once　in　a　while　when　he　heard　a
  noise　in　the　room　above；　he　would　fix　his　eyes　upon　the　ceiling　for
  a　long　time；　and　with　an　expression　of　longing；　and　when　he　dropped
  them；　again　the　clear　tears　ran　over　his　cheeks　like　transparent
  pearls。
  He　did　not　speak　about　his　mother；　but　he　thought　of　her；　and　once
  in　the　night　he　seemed　to　be　dreaming　of　her；　for　he　raised　himself
  up　in　bed；　kneeled　down　upon　the　miserable；　dirty　mattress；　folded
  his　hands　and　began　to　repeat