Gavroche Thenardier rose early that morning. Enjolras, Courfeyrac, and the others had planned a rally, and he planned to be part of it. He scurried down the leg of his colossal elephant home, and, climbing over carriages, made his way to the square in front of the house of the great General Lamarque. Ah, he bragged to himself, so I am the first one here. Good. I may just have time for breakfast.
The gamin headed towards the nearest bake shop, singing his little songs as he went. Songs that confused many people, and made many people sad.
"Gooday Monsieur!", he said, as he approached the counter.
"Get out gamin!", the baker did not have to look up from his dough to know it was Gavroche who was speaking.
"Aw now that ain't very respectful now is it old man? I did come in here to do business withya," then muttering to himself, "but seein as you're expectin trouble..." he trailed off.
A certain customer (one of the baker's favorites) was sitting at a table with his breakfast croissant open about to be buttered, but he had forgotten the food he wasn't really hungry for when a better entertainment opportunity had provided itself. He stared at the gamin, eager for the laugh that would come when the dirty thing was turned out on his ear. Gavroche noticed this, and, making sure to stay out of sight, tapped him on the shoulder. While the gullible man looked around the wrong way, the gamin poured soot into the middle of his baguette, and closed it.
It was at this moment that the bourgeois remembered his food. Assuming he had already buttered the fluffy white bread, he picked it up and took a chomp. This produced enough angry ravings to distract the baker just long enough for Gavroche to snatch up a baguette, and a few muffins and scramble out the door yelling, "Then it's trouble you'll receive!",
With his first good breakfast in weeks hastily stowed away in his stomach, the little boy zigzagged his way back towards the rally. He looked through the gathering crowd to the front, where Enjolras and Combeferre stood on what might have been Lamarque's porch.
The two student's hearts were pounding. Not out of nerves as both were well accustomed to public speaking, but out of excitement. This was the largest crowd they'd seen yet. The people were coming to their senses.
"Halo there Monsieur Gavroche!", Courfeyrac was passing out pamphlets to the now cheering mob, and caught sight of his young friend.
"Courf! Lovely to see you! Gimme a boost willya?" Courfeyrac stooped so Gavroche could climb aboard, and suddenly the little boy could see everything. He felt he was on top of the world. He listened and cheered as Enjolras yelled about Justice, and the Rights of Man and Citizen, and Courfeyrac added statistics and citations where necessary. Questions and problems were solved in few words, and the crowd was becoming braver.