Soon little Coffin, wrapped in his hooded cloak and holding a piece of bread in his hand, came out of his home; walking close to the walls and whistling, he went straight for the door of the wheelwright.
Bientôt, le petit Coffin, en capuchon, un morceau de pain à la main, sortit de chez lui et, rasant les murs, se présenta en sifflant à la porte du charron.