"I humbly accept your praise," Fantine said, bowing while holding the serving tray in front of her.

"I understand, I will try my utmost to find this vagrant," Eponine replied.  She thought about what Maria had said and considered her own situation.  She didn't have much of a dream; preserving this fragile order was more than enough for her.  Perhaps it was part of her wish; to not be hurt meant, to a certain degree, to not have to think; to dream meant inviting the possibility of disappointment so not dreaming meant not being disappointed, to be satisfied with things as they are, the status quo.  She wondered if this meant she was a witch, but then again, perhaps she was incapable of falling into despair.  After a short introspection, she simply chose not to think about it.