The naive ones, a tear on their cheeks, were kissing doves through the bars of a Gothic cage, or, smiling, their heads on one side, were plucking the leaves of a marguerite with their taper fingers, that curved at the tips like peaked shoes.
Les naïves, une larme sur la joue, becquetaient une tourterelle à travers les barreaux d’une cage gothique, ou, souriant la tête sur l’épaule, effeuillaient une marguerite de leurs doigts pointus, retroussés comme des souliers à la poulaine.