"And I’ll bet that the children are called Claudinet," muttered Robineau with a shrug.
"What do you do?"
"I am a shepherd."
"And your children?"
"They work in the fields; we have a small field close by."
"And your father?"
"Oh! he don’t do anything now, he’s taking his rest.—As to our wife, she makes the soup and brings it to us in the fields."
"Are you satisfied with your lot?"
"What do you mean, monsieur?"
"I mean to ask if you are happy."