"The misfortune that threatened our house—"
"The cries that were not human—"
"Will you be done laughing? Just look at them! The father is as crazy as the son! Will you speak?"
"The great misfortune is a poor peddler who lost his way—"
"The voice that was not human was his voice—"
And father and son laughed merrily, it must be admitted, like people who are happy to find their apprehensions unfounded. The mother's fears, however, were not so quickly allayed; she did not join the laughter; but both the boys, the girl and even Jocelyn himself, all cried out joyously:
"A peddler! A peddler!"
"He has pretty ribbons and fine needles."
"Iron for arrows, strings for bows, scissors to clip the sheep."