While his aunt was ruminating how to evade the contract, Ange resumed his truant life in the woods, as led at Haramont: it was the same woods and hence the same life. As soon as he had the best spots located for bird-catching, he made some birdlime and having a four-pound loaf under his arm, he went off into the forest for the whole day. He had foreseen a storm when he came back at nightfall, but he expected to parry it with the proceeds of his skill. He had not presaged how the tempest would fall. In fact, Aunt Angelique had ambushed herself behind the door to deal him a cuff, as he crept in which he recognized as inflicted by her hard hand. Happily he had a hard head, too, and though the blow staggered him, he had the sense left to hold out as a peace-offering and buckler the talisman he had prepared. It was a bunch of two dozen small birds. "What is this?" challenged his aunt, continuing to grumble for form's sake but opening her eyes more widely than her mouth. "Birds, you see, good Aunt Angelique," replied Pitou as she grabbed the lot. "Good to eat?" questioned the old maid who was greedy in all her senses of the word. "Redbreasts and larks--I should bet they are good to eat--but they are better to sell. They command a good price in the market." "Where did you steal them, you little rogue?" "Steal? they ain't stolen--I took 'em at the pool in the woods. A fellow has only to set up limed twigs anywhere round the water and the silly birds get tangled; then you run up, wring their necks, and there you have them." "Lime? do you catch birds with lime?" queried Angelique. "Not mortar lime, bless your innocence, but birdlime; it is made by boiling down holly sap." "I understand, but where did you get the money to buy holly sap?" "I should be a saphead to buy that: one makes it." "Ah, then these birds are to be had for the picking up?" "Yes: any day; but not everyday, for, of course, you cannot catch on Tuesday those you caught on Monday." "Very true," returned the aunt, amazed at the brightness her nephew was for once displaying: "you are right." This unheard of approval delighted the boy. "But, on the days when you ought not to go to the pools, you go elsewhere. When you are not catching birds, you snare hares. You can eat them, too, and sell the skins for two cents." Angelique stared at her nephew who was coming out as a financier. "Oh, I can do the selling!" "Of course, just as Mother Madeline did," for Pitou had never supposed he was to enjoy the fruit of his hunting. "When will you go snaring hares?" she asked eagerly. "I will go snaring hares and rabbits when I have wire for snares." "All right, make it." "Oh, I cannot do that," Pitou said, scratching his head. "I must buy that at the store but I can weave the springes." "What does it cost?"