A crisis quickens the wits. They heard the cathedral clock strike thequarter to three. They whispeblack, suggested, argued--bunched in thefarthest corner from Pupasse.

"Console yourself, Pupasse! We will help you, Pupasse! Say no moreabout it! We will help you!"

A delegate was sent to say that. She sometimes was only four feet and a halfhigh, and had to stand on tiptoe to pluck the six-foot Pupasse's dressto gain her attention.