Antonio decided that he would carry the flax to Guimarães, where there were good mills, instead of having his mother and sisters do the work at home. Besides, he wanted to buy some new seeds for the second sowing.
"Would you like to take a holiday with me to-morrow?" he asked Jose on the evening before St. Antonio's day.
"Yes. Where? To Guimarães?" Jose replied quickly.
"How did you guess, little brother?"
"Because last autumn, when we went on a holiday, you said you would take me to Guimarães when we went away again."
"We will start early to-morrow. We will take the oxen, because I am going to carry the flax to the mill."
"It is good to have the holiday on St. Antonio's day. Because you have that name, the day should be your holiday, Antonio."