"Go down to the bakery, and see to it that thou art back by the time that I have milked the goats, or thou shalt go to bed with a beating, as well as supperless.

Stay!" he added, as Jules turned to go.

"I have a mind to eat white bread to-night instead of black.

It will cost an extra son, so be careful to count the change.
It is only once or so in a twelvemonth," he muttered to himself as an excuse for his extravagance.
It was half a mile to the village, but down hill all the way, so that Jules reached the bakery in a very short time.
Several customers were ahead of him, however, and he awaited his turn nervously.

When he left the shop an old lamplighter was going down the street with torch and ladder, leaving a double line of twinkling lights in his wake, as he disappeared down the wide "Paris road." Jules watched him a moment, and then ran rapidly on.