Across the room sat the globular lady she had encountered that morning, and beside the globular lady sat a round-headed, round-bodied girl; her daughter, at first glance.
She heard a noise above her; it was Felicite drumming on the windowpanes to amuse little Berthe. The child blew her a kiss; her mother answered with a wave of her whip.
All you have to play with are the bones and so when you look at the bones, if you don't have a very small flat-faced round-headed pug in the archaeological record, you don't know where that came from.