Eusèbe became calm as if by enchantment. He had not really shed a tear, but his eyes were red from being rubbed, and his hair was pushed up in indescribable disorder.
“Come, kiss me,” said his father.
“Yes, papa; but do you know that twice to-day I have very nearly had an attack of nerves through your fault.”
Matters being thus comfortably arranged at last, the eighty francs were paid, the horse was put into the coach, and they all returned to the Boulevard des Italiens. Here Eusèbe amused himself the whole evening by riding his pretty little horse round and round the drawing-room.
BIRDS, BEASTS, AND FISHES.
The Dog will come when he is called,
The Cat will run away;
The Monkey’s cheek is very bald,
The Goat is fond of play.