"And where shall we go to?" inquired François.
"You will see, Mr. Inquisitive; no matter; but where you will learn a good trade, which will enable you to earn your living, be sure of that."
"Then I sha'n't go fishing with you any more, brother?"
"No, my boy, you will be put apprentice to a carpenter or locksmith. You are strong and handy, and with a good heart; and working hard, at the end of a year you may already have earned something. But you don't seem to like it: why, what ails you now?"
"Why, brother,—I—"
"Come, come! Speak out."
"Why, I'd rather not leave you, but stay with you, and fish, and mend your nets, than go and learn a trade."
"Really?"
"Why, to be shut up in a workshop all day is so very dull; and then it must be so tiresome to be an apprentice."
Martial shrugged his shoulders.