"Train me lower," said Pitou, looking at his slender figure, bony arms and stilt-like legs; "I fancy I am thin now as it is."
"In fact, you are a treasure, my friend," replied the yeoman, bursting into laughter.
Pitou was stepping from one surprise to another; never had he been esteemed so highly.
"In short, how are you at work?"
"Don't know; for I never have worked."
The girl laughed, but her father took the matter seriously.
"These rogues of larned folk," he broke forth, shaking his fist at the town, "look at them training up the youth in the way they should not go, in laziness and idleness. What good is such a sluggard to his brothers, I want to know?"
"Not much," said Pitou; "luckily I have no brothers."
"By brothers I mean all mankind," continued the farmer; "are not all men brothers, hey?"
"The Scripture says so."