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 worm wriggling on the hook. "Poor thing," she said, "he is going to be eaten, and that makes him unhappy."

"Well, darling, it is rather nasty to be eaten, but then think how nice for the fish that swallows him, and says, 'that's good!

"How would you like it, Grandad, if any one swallowed you?"

"I should say, 'What luck for the man that gets such a toothsome morsel!' It is just the way you look at it, ducky, everything is good if you only see it in the right light; all is for the best to a true son of Burgundy."

It was not quite eleven o'clock when we got to Rion's, and there we saw Binet, (who like a careful lad had brought his rod), fishing for gudgeon, while Cagnat lay stretched out on the grass looking on.

I went on to the woodyard, for there is nothing I love so well as to handle the big logs stripped of their bark, and breathe in the clean fresh smell of sawdust; on my honor I believe a fine tree appeals to me even more than a woman, though I am not one of those narrow fools who can only enjoy one thing at a time. If I were in the slave market at Constantinople, and saw the girl of my heart there among twenty other beauties, do you think my love