“Aha, mes enfan’s,” said the Father Dufresnil to the two other old men with whom he chummed at the settlement on the Little Smoky. (It was ten days later.) “The worl’ is fonny! To me to-day there comes out of the woods a man, such a man, tall an’ big an’ his face like a boy, glad! An’ with him a lady—oh, mes enfan’s, a lady of beauty, with eyes which dance like the eyes of him! An’ this lady, she is dress’ like the gran’-mother of ol’ Thibault there—in a ball gown! An’ I, when I marry them! Oh, there was not to doubt the love in their four eyes! But see what that big man put in my han’!”
He dropped it to the oilcloth of the table.
It was a real golden nugget.
(The end.)