'It serves me right! . . . Decidedly it serves me right! I was determined to be a vagabond and a good-for-nothing. . . . I would listen to bad companions, and that is why I always meet with misfortunes. If I had been a good little boy as so many are; if I had been willing to learn and to work; if I had remained at home with my poor papa, I should not now be in the midst of the fields and obliged to be the watch-dog to a peasant's house. Oh, if I could be born again! But now it is too late, and I must have patience!'
Relieved by this little outburst, which came straight from his heart, he went into the dog-kennel and fell asleep.