"Yann, you shall sleep now—this instant. Tell me only how you came—a word or two—that I may repeat to the farmer."
So I did my best, and told her about the run, and the dragoons on the beach, and how I came on Lilith's back.
"Wonderful, wonderful! But how came she to allow you?"
"That I know not, madame. But when I spoke to her she was quiet at once."
"In the Breton—you spoke in the Breton? Yes, yes, that explains—I taught her. Dear Lilith!" She patted the mare's neck, and broke off to clap her hands again and interpret the tale to the farmer and his wife; and the farmer growled a bit, and then they all began to laugh.
"He says you are a 'rumgo,' and you had better be put to bed. But the packet on your back—your night-shirt, I suppose? You have managed it all so complete, Yann!" And she laughed merrily.
"It holds fifteen little wooden dolls," said I, "jointed at the knees and elbows; and they cost two sols apiece."
"My little dolls—you clever boy! O you clever little boy!" She kissed me twice again. "Come, and you shall sleep, and then, when you wake, you shall see."
She took me by the hand and hurried me into the house, and upstairs to a great bedroom with a large oaken four-post bed in it, and a narrow
