The Street of Our Lady of the Fields, Chapter 4

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠“There is a nouveau here,” drawled Laffat, leaning around his easel and addressing his friend Bowles, “there is a nouveau here who is so tender and green and appetizing that Heaven help him if he should fall into a salad bowl.”

“Hayseed?” inquired Bowles, plastering in a background with a broken palette-knife and squinting at the effect with approval.

“Yes, Squeedunk or Oshkosh, and how he ever grew