“Look here, Melchior!” he said; “I like milk in my coffee.”
“Yes, herr, it is pleasant. I will take a bottleful.”
“Oh, but I want it every day!”
“We could not take a cow up there.”
“No; but we might take a goat.”
The guide laughed.
“Yes, we might take a goat,” he said; “but it would be rather troublesome.”
“Oh no, I’ll look after her. I’ve watched Pierre milk time’s enough, and I’m sure I can do it.”
“Very well, herr: if you don’t mind goat’s milk, I’ll get one that will run beside the mule.”
This fresh idea was received with a good deal of laughter by the old peasant and his wife; but a goat was selected as suitable for the purpose, and the preparations were completed by Pierre, of the heavy, stolid face, bringing in the mule, and haltering it in the stable beneath the chalet.