The boys “come on.” Led by “_le petit vilain_ Charles” they light a
dangerous little fire in a dangerous little spot. Their faces shine with
unbridled glee. The G. L. M. retires to a distance with a few saintly
followers, meditating whether she shall run and tell her mother. “_Le
petit_ Paul,” an infant of three summers, draws near the fire, attracted
by the cheerful blaze.