Jeanne Marie had to leave her to draw water from the well to water theplants, and to get her vegetables ready for next afternoon. She felteven happier now than if she had just had a kid, happier even thanif her husband had just returned to her.

"Ill luck! _Coton-Mai!_ Ill luck! There's a way to turn ill luck!"And her smile also should have beautified her face, wrinkled and repulsivethough it was.

She did not think any more of the spending of the money, only of thepleasure Anne Marie would take in spending it.