"No, my boy; you shall go as an apprentice to a cabinet-maker or a locksmith. You are strong and active; with courage, and by working hard, at the end of a year you will be able to earn something. Oh, come now, what is the matter? You do not appear to be pleased." "Because, brother, I--" "Well, go on." "Would rather remain with you, fish, mend your nets, than learn a trade." "Really?" "To be shut up in a shop all day is so gloomy; and to be an apprentice is so tiresome." Martial shrugged his shoulders. "You would rather be idle, a vagabond, a rover," said he severely, "before becoming a robber?" "No, brother; but I would rather live here with you, as we live here-- that's all." "Yes, that's it--to eat, drink, sleep, and amuse yourself with fishing, like a lazybones." "I like that better." "It is very probable; but you must like something else. Look here, my poor Francois, it is high time that I take you from this place; without knowing it, you will become as bad as the others. Mother was right--I am afraid you are rather vicious. But you, Amandine, wish to learn a trade?" "Oh, yes, brother; I would rather learn one than stay here. I shall be so glad to go away with you and Francois?" "But what have you got on your head?" said Martial, remarking the triumphant head-dress of Amandine. "A handkerchief which Nicholas gave me." "He gave me one also," said Francois proudly. "And where did they come from? It would surprise me if Nicholas should have bought them for you." The children hung their heads, without replying. After a moment's pause, Francois said resolutely, "Nicholas gave them to us; we don't know where they came from, do we, Amandine?" "No, no, brother," answered she, stammering and blushing, and not daring to raise her eyes." "Do not tell a lie!" said Martial sweetly. "We do not lie!" added Francois, boldly. "Amandine, my child, tell the truth," said Martial, gently. "Well, to tell the whole truth," answered Amandine, timidly, "they came from a box of goods which Nicholas brought to-night in his boat." "Stolen?" "I think so, brother, from a barge." "You see, Francois, you told a lie!" said Martial. The boy held down his head, without answering. "Give me the handkerchief, Amandine; give me yours, also, Francois." The little girl took off her head-dress, took a last look at the enormous rosette, and gave it to Martial, stifling a sigh of regret. Francois drew his slowly from his pocket, and, like his sister, returned it to Martial. "To-morrow morning," said he, "I will give these to Nicholas. You should not have taken them, my children; to profit by a theft is the same as to be the thief." "It's a pity--they are so handsome!" said Francois. "When you have learned a trade, and earn money, you can buy some quite as handsome. Come, go to bed; it is late, children." "You are not angry, brother?" said Amandine timidly.