Then you may labour.

Some one who loves you will do your work, and you shall still keep your place." Thus ends the second part.
The third begins: "Behold our little Abel, who no longer toils at the school-desk, but in the workshop.

In the evenings he becomes again a petit monsieur; and, the better to deceive his father, speaks of books, papers, and writings, and with a wink replies to the inquiring look of his mother (et d'un clin d'oeil repond aux clins des yeux de sa mere).
Four days pass thus.

On the fifth, Friday, Hilaire, now cured, leaves his house at mid-day.

But fatal Friday, God has made thee for sorrow!" The father goes to the place where the masons are at work.