- Why do you bring her booze?

You used to bring her candy bars.

You still bring her flowers, huh?

But who will bring her food?

Now, our probee usually brings her coffee.

Bringing her food, rather than help her.

And you must always bring her a present!

And I'm the one who brings her coffee.

What you believe brings her nothing but sorrow.

Who do you think was bringing her all that pie?

The little ones used to bring her nice things and sweets to eat, but she could hardly touch anything. Thanks to them, I assure you, the girl died almost perfectly happy. She almost forgot her misery, and seemed to accept their love as a sort of symbol of pardon for her offence, though she never ceased to consider herself a dreadful sinner. They used to flutter at her window just like little birds, calling out: 'Nous t'aimons, Marie!' "She died very soon;