Look, I cannot get a litre of nuts to sell unless I pay beforehand." "Would it be far to walk ?" "Far! Holy Jesus! It is right away in the heart of France--over two hundred miles, they say; straight out through the forest.

Not but what my son did walk it once;--and he a shoemaker, who knows what walking costs; and he is well-to-do there now--not that he ever writes.

When they want nothing people never write." "And he walked into Paris ?" "Yes, ten years ago.

He had nothing but a few sous and an ash stick, and he had a fancy to try his luck there.

And after all our feet were given us to travel with.