"That's all."
"And not much, either."
"Get it all ready, Father Micou, and I'll take it as I come back; for I've got some other places to call at."
"With your cart? Why, you dog, I saw a bundle underneath. What, some little trifle you have taken from the world's wardrobe? Ah, you sly rogue!"
"Just as you say, Father Micou; but you don't deal in such things. Don't keep me waiting for the iron goods, for I must be back at the island before noon."
"I'll be ready. It is only eight, and, if you are not going far, come back in an hour, and you shall find everything prepared,—money and goods. Won't you take a drain?"
"Thank ye, I won't say no, for I think you owe it me."
Father Micou took from an old closet a bottle of brandy, a cracked glass, and a cup without a handle, and filled them.
"Here's to you, Daddy Micou!"
"And to you likewise, my boy, and the ladies at home!"