"Yes, master," answered Yvon, without taking the trouble to stir. "The sack is right there before your eyes; you can count it."
"I am going to see for myself," howled the giant. He untied the strings of the sack, which was so full that the gold and silver rolled in all directions.
"You have seen my Finette," he cried; "this trick did not come from your own head."
"Don't you know but one song?" said Yvon, opening his mouth and shutting his eyes. "It is the old story, myfinette, myfinette. Once for all, show me this thing."
"Well, well," roared the giant, with fury, "wait till to-morrow and you shall make her acquaintance."
HE WAS SOON SNORING SO LOUDLY THAT IT SEEMED LIKE THUNDER SHAKING THE MOUNTAINS
"Thank you, master," said Yvon. "It is very good of you; but I see from your face that you are laughing at me."