They were old, dried up and bent. After greeting us they asked for Saint Blanc. Matthew winked at us as he replied: “I will get him for you.” And he disappeared in his wood shed. He remained there fully five minutes. Then he came back with an expression of consternation. He raised his hands. “I don't know where he is. I cannot find him. I am quite sure that I had him.” Then making a speaking trumpet of his hands, he roared once more: “Meli-e-a!” “What's the matter?” replied his wife from the end of the garden. “Where's Saint Blanc? I cannot find him in the wood shed.” Then Melie explained it this way: “Was not that the one you took last week to stop up a hole in the rabbit hutch?” Matthew gave a start. “By thunder, that may be!” Then turning to the women, he said: “Follow me.” They followed him. We did the same, almost choking with suppressed laughter. Saint Blanc was indeed stuck into the earth like an ordinary stake, covered with mud and dirt, and forming a corner for the rabbit hutch. As soon as they perceived him, the two women fell on their knees, crossed themselves and began to murmur an “Oremus.” But Matthew darted toward them. “Wait,” he said, “you are in the mud; I will get you a bundle of straw.” He went to fetch the straw and made them a priedieu. Then, looking at his muddy saint and doubtless afraid of bringing discredit on his business, he added: “I will clean him off a little for you.” He took a pail of water and a brush and began to scrub the wooden image vigorously, while the two old women kept on praying. When he had finished he said: “Now he is all right.” And he took us back to the house to drink another glass. As he was carrying the glass to his lips he stopped and said in a rather confused manner: “All the same, when I put Saint Blanc out with the rabbits I thought he would not make any more money. For two years no one had asked for him. But the saints, you see, they are never out of date.” End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Original Short Stories of Maupassant, Volume 10, by Guy de Maupassant