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

... oh gods, Eponine...

[peckish4action]

[ Well. Dick guesses he knows what he's getting her for Christmas. But, for now, he's making a face down at his journal. ]

I know Father Time said that we are now the fables and tales, but I don't see why you couldn't also get a SECOND job. With better income. And get all the nice things you want.

Also, since I've got a fireplace, I'll be needing matches, so you've got at least one customer.

Re: ... oh gods, Eponine...

[gardienne]

I think the man in the house would take the money, no matter what I did. For me there is not a dress I do not think. It is okay, But of you buy a match, then at least I will be full. that is one thing.

*head in hands*

[peckish4action]

What if you never bring them to that house? Like, find another place, where you take your money and your good clothes and your work things, and you only go to that house in the clothes he expects to see and with the money from the matches?

And, of course I'll by matches. No problem there.