time it will be he who kisses me—not I who kiss him."
But nothing could spoil the joy over the new cloak.
"To think that I should have the red cloak and Toto, too! Oh, it is too much!" cried Fifi.
"Quite too much—too much by way of a dog," remarked Cartouche; but as Toto at that moment jumped from his chair at the table on to Cartouche's knee, it became impossible not to be friendly with the little rogue, and perfect harmony reigned among the three friends.
Cartouche and Fifi were among the poorest people in Paris; they worked hard for a very little money; the room was small and bare, and although Fifi had now a cloak for the winter, she would have been better off for some warm stockings, and Cartouche for some flannel shirts.
Nevertheless, they were as happy as the birds in spring. They ate, they drank, they laughed, they sang. Fifi dressed Toto up in his ballet costume, and together they did a beautiful ballet divertissement for Cartouche, which he liberally applauded. He told Fifi of his twenty-five francs a week, as well as Duvernet's present, and Fifi concluded that
