“Wait and I’ll show you; I have a whole lot of bundles! Here, see what this is.” “Violet.” “And this?” “Linden leaves.” “And--and--well! here’s something else now!” “What’s the matter, Georget? Have you lost something?” “Lost! oh, no! not by any means, mother! What I have just found in my pocket certainly wasn’t there before! I am sure of that.” “Why, what have you found in your pocket?” “Here, look, mother!” And the young messenger tossed upon the good woman’s bed four five-franc pieces. “Twenty francs, Georget! twenty francs! What does this mean? where did you get all that money, my son?” “I haven’t any idea, mother; and I am very sure that I didn’t have it when I came home. I didn’t have a sou.” “But this money didn’t get into your pocket of itself. Answer me, Georget, and above all, don’t lie.” “Mon Dieu! how you say that, mother! Do you suppose that I am capable of having stolen this money from someone, I should like to know?” “No, my dear, I do not suppose that my son, that the child of my honest Brunoy, would ever do a wicked action; but I have always carefully preserved your father’s watch, and some time, without my knowledge, to help me, you might have----” “Pawned papa’s watch! Oh! never! I’d rather pawn myself! but wait, mother; I remember now; yes, that must have been it.” “What? tell me.” “That gentleman on the third floor, when I had the loaf of sugar and the box of charcoal in my arms, insisted on putting all these little bundles of dried leaves in my pocket himself; and that’s the way he stuffed these five-franc pieces into my pocket! Oh! I am sure of it now! for he went into his bedroom alone, to get the money, no doubt. It was him, mother, it was him; indeed, who else could have given me all this?” “You are right, Georget, it can’t have been anybody else; people who like to do good, think of everything, and it seems that he is very kind, this Bear!” “Yes, indeed, he is kind, but I shall not keep his money. I will work to-morrow, and earn some; and he has put us under enough obligation by lending us sugar and charcoal. Mother, we mustn’t keep these twenty francs that he slipped into my pocket so slyly, so that I could not thank him, must we? But still, it was very nice of him, all the same; he isn’t like other people, that gentleman! I’ll bet that when he tosses a piece of money to a poor man, he doesn’t try to make it ring on the sidewalk when it falls.” “No, my dear, we mustn’t keep the twenty francs, for it is quite a large sum, and it would be too hard to repay it.” “I am going to take it back to the gentleman right away.” “Oh! it must be quite late now; Monsieur Malberg has gone to bed, no doubt, and is probably asleep; if you wake him up, he won’t like it. Wait till morning, and when he’s up, you can take the money back to him, and thank him again for both of us.”