Shortly after the neighbors first began calling Cosette the Lark, Eponine and Azelma found a new game. One day Cosette approached the Thénardiess, trembling and cradling one hand. Her pinky was broken.

"Madame... Ponine and Zelma... I know they were just playing, but it will interfere with my work!"

"Go back to the dishes, brat. Serves you right for annoying them."

Cosette returned to her work, sobbing. Barely ten minutes had elapsed when Eponine and Azelma skipped downstairs and began to pull her hair viciously, singing with the innocent obliviousness of children playing.

"Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette, je te plumerai!"