"Would rather remain with you, fish, mend your nets, than learn a trade."
"Really?"
"To be shut up in a shop all day is so gloomy; and to be an apprentice is so tiresome." Martial shrugged his shoulders.
"You would rather be idle, a vagabond, a rover," said he severely, "before becoming a robber?"
"No, brother; but I would rather live here with you, as we live here— that's all."
"Yes, that's it—to eat, drink, sleep, and amuse yourself with fishing, like a lazybones."
"I like that better."
"It is very probable; but you must like something else. Look here, my poor Francois, it is high time that I take you from this place; without knowing it, you will become as bad as the others. Mother was right—I am afraid you are rather vicious. But you, Amandine, wish to learn a trade?"
"Oh, yes, brother; I would rather learn one than stay here. I shall be so glad to go away with you and Francois?"
"But what have you got on your head?" said Martial, remarking the triumphant head-dress of Amandine.