93/120 After the pettitoes they had an omelet. When each of them had emptied his bottle, Mere Louis brought out some Auvergne wine, thick enough to cut with a knife. The party was really warming up. "Why, he's been and put a bell up in his shed! A bell! That's good for slaves. Ah, well! It can ring to-day! They won't catch me again at the anvil! For five days past I've been sticking there; I may give myself a rest now. |