"Well, answer your godfather!" said the miller, shaking him. "What do you intend to do with yourself?"
"Will you be a miller?" suggested the lady.
He shook his head vigorously.
"You don't like that? A farmer perhaps?"
Still no.
"Well, perhaps you want to become a scholar," said his father, diplomatically.
"Yes."
"Bravo!" said Signor Carboni. "You intend to be a scholar. A priest, I suppose?"
"No."
"A lawyer?" prompted the miller.