ing stolen a cow. I told him that we bought the animal at the fair at Ussel, and I named the veterinarian who had assisted us in the purchase.
"That will be verified," he replied. "And now what made you buy that cow?"
I told him that I was offering it as a token of affection to my foster mother.
"Her name?" he demanded.
"Madame Barberin of Chavanon," I replied.
"The wife of a mason who met with a serious accident in Paris a few years ago. I know her. That also will be verified."
"Oh!..."
I became very confused. Seeing my embarrassment, the prosecutor pressed me with questions, and I had to tell him that if he made inquiries of Madame Barberin our cow would not be a surprise after all, and to make it a surprise had been our chief object. But in the midst of my confusion I felt a great satisfaction to know that Mother Barberin was still alive, and in the course of the questions that were put to me I learned that Barberin had gone back to Paris some time ago. This delighted me.
Then came the question that Mattia had feared.
"But how did you get all the money to buy the cow?"
I explained that from Paris to Varses and from Varses to Ussel we had collected this sum, sou by sou.
