“I never saw so many. It seemed a real warren of c——s.”
“Well then; tell us now who had the finest and the biggest?”
“Truly,” replied the boy, “mother had the finest and biggest—but he had such a large nose.”
“Such a large nose?” said the father. “Go along, go along! you are a good boy.”
We all began to laugh and to drink, and to talk about the boy who chattered so well. But his mother did not know which way to look, she was so ashamed, because her son had spoken about a nose, and I expect that he was afterwards well beaten for having told tales out of school. Our host was a good fellow, but he afterwards repented having put a question the answer to which made him blush. That is all for the present.
