A day or so after arrival

[gardienne]

[Eponine, having settled a little bit, has eventually gotten round to opening her book. Having never had one all to herself before, she settles down to practise her writing, quite oblivious that her writing could be seen by everybody else.]

My name is Éponine.

My name is Éponine Jondrette.

The Little Match Girl. The Little Match Girl.

It is a strang thing to write on the book, but per haps they think it is me.

They giv me matches.

I do not want to sell matches.

I had a bisckit today.

I will find a sossige and musturd tumorrow.

Comments

[under_the_wire]

[Next to all of Eponine's misspelled words, the correct spellings have been neatly written in a precise hand. Below her writing, they're repeated in the same hand. It seems to him like the writing of a child, so his first instinct is to go into teacher mode.]

strange perhaps give biscuit sausage mustard tomorrow

The name on the book seems to be how people know you here. You may find you have special abilities that go along with it.

[peckish4action]

[ Noting the spelling, Dick's letters are printed, and large, easy to read. It seems like something nice to do. ]

Éponine is a very pretty name.

I hope they don't expect you to act up the stories of those names go with.

[ Because the Little Match Girl was such a sad, sad story. ]

My name back home is Robin. Here, the book says Cupid.

How are you finding things, here?