The fool preferred to hang himself in his shop.

Everyone to his taste!" "Did he hang himself very high ?" "I don't know anything about that.

Why ?" "Because one might get a piece of rope cheap, and we're greatly in want of some, my poor Catharine! That Colonel Fougas has given me a shiver." "Some more of your notions! Come to supper, my love." "Come on!" The angular Baucis conducted her Philemon into a large and beautiful dining-room, where Berbel served a repast worthy of the gods.

Soup with little balls of aniseeded bread, fish-balls with black sauce, mutton-balls stuffed, game balls, sour-krout cooked in lard and garnished with fried potatoes, roast hare with currant jelly, deviled crabs, salmon from the Vistula, jellies, and fruit tarts.

Six bottles of Rhine-wine selected from the best vintages were awaiting, in their silver caps, the master's kiss.