“Want to have some fun?”
“Of course!”
“Then hurry, sister; we're going to have a laugh.”
Chicot took the oars. When he had crossed the river he stopped opposite the woman and called:
“Hey, sister!”
The woman stopped dragging her donkey and looked.
Labouise continued: “What are you doing—going to the locomotive show?”
The woman made no reply. Chicot continued:
“Say, your trotter's prime for a race. Where are you taking him at that speed?”
At last the woman answered: “I'm going to Macquart, at Champioux, to have him killed. He's worthless.”