"Bless you! with land at five dollars an acre, cleared, we can buy a county. But what are you looking round for?"
"For what would be no use to me, who can not write."
"I see; you want to send good-bye to Pitou. Let me."
"What have you written?"
"My dear Pitou,—We are leaving France—Billet, Sebastian, and I—and send you our united love. We think that as you are manager of Billet's farm, you do not need anything. One of these days we may write for you to come over and join us.
"Your friend,
"Gilbert."
"Is that all?" asked the farmer.
"There is a postscript," said the writer, looking the farmer in the face as he said:
"Billet hopes you will take the best of care of Catherine."
Billet uttered a cry of gratitude and shook Gilbert's hand again.