"Me folly little masser."
"But how do you get your living?"
"He's my father now, and me support him," said Paul, with dignity, for he began to comprehend a little of the conversation.
"And who supports you, my little shaver?"
"Me have money," answered Paul; "Jube, show monsieur much money there in the purse."
Jube took a heavy shot bag from his pocket, and opening it exhibited more gold than the selectman had ever seen in his life. The whole group of countrymen gathered around him, full of eager curiosity.
"I should think that satisfactory," said one of the speakers, addressing the selectman.
"No doubt on that point," was the answer; "but where on arth du they come from, I should raly like to know."
"Will you please tell us some way," said Paul, modestly. "It is much cold here, and Jube likes a fire too much."
"You want to know the road to Mrs. Allen's?"