“'Two francs fifty.'
“I held out my five francs and he returned the change. I looked at his hand; it was a poor, wrinkled, sailor's hand, and I looked at his face, an unhappy old face. I said to myself:
“'That is my uncle, the brother of my father, my uncle!'
“I gave him a ten-cent tip. He thanked me:
“'God bless you, my young sir!'
“He spoke like a poor man receiving alms. I couldn't help thinking that he must have begged over there! My sisters looked at me, surprised at my generosity. When I returned the two francs to my father, my mother asked me in surprise:
“'Was there three francs' worth? That is impossible.'
“I answered in a firm voice
“'I gave ten cents as a tip.'
“My mother started, and, staring at me, she exclaimed: