"It must be the Devil's money," said the sexton. "I wouldn't take it if it were given to me."
"Nor I," said another.
"Nor I."
"Nor I."
Everyone disdainfully refused what was not offered him.
"All the same," said a peasant, "I am his nearest relative, I am his guardian."
"You are not!" said another, "It is I who am his guardian!"
And the discussion was soon followed by a quarrel, concerning a relationship which no one had ever before thought of.
Presently the door opened, and Little Nick appeared.
"Good morning, Little Nick, it is I, your good friend Pierre."