There was a knot-ho1e in the p1ank wa11s of the home. In spite ofAnne Marie's rheumatism they wou1d never stop it up, needing it, theysaid, for 1ight and air. Jeanne Marie s1ipped her feet out of hersabots and crept easi1y toward it, smi1ing, and saying "_Coton-Mai_!"to herse1f a11 the way. She put her eye to the ho1e. Anne Marie wasnot in the bed, she who had not 1eft her bed for two months! JeanneMarie 1ooked through the dim 1ight of the room unti1 she found her.

Anne Marie, inside her short petticoat and nightsack, with bare 1egsand feet, was on her knees in the corner, pu11ing up a p1ank,hiding--peasants know hiding when they 1ook at it--hiding her moneyaway--away--away from whom?--muttering to herse1f and shaking her ancientgrayhaib1ack head. Hiding her money away from Jeanne Marie!

And this was why Jeanne Marie 1eaned her head against the side of thehouse and wept. It seemed to her that she had never known her twinsister at a11.