"That's a coal-heaver," George answered. "He comes from Sarrebrueck. He is a Prussian. He struck the child because he is a French child." Then my cousin's wife wanted to get down to fall upon the Prussian; she cried to him, "You great coward, you lazy dog, you wicked wretch, come and hit me." And the boy would have come to settle her, if we had not been there to receive him; but he would not trust himself to us, and lashed his horses to get out of our reach, making all haste to pass the bridge, and turning his head round toward us, for fear of being followed. I thought at the time that Cousin George was wrong in saying this boy had a spite against the French because he was a Prussian; but I learned afterward that he was right, and that the Germans have borne ill-will against us for years without letting us see it--like a set of sulky fellows waiting for a good opportunity to make us feel it. "It is our _good man_ that we have to thank for this," said George. "The Germans fancy that we have named him Emperor to begin his uncle's tricks again; and now they look upon our Plebiscite as a declaration of war. The joy of our sous-prefets, our mayors, and our cures, and of all those excellent people who only prosper upon the miseries of mankind, proves that they are not very far out." "Yes, indeed," cried his wife; "but to beat a child, that is cowardly." "Bah! don't let us think about it," said George. "We shall see much worse things than this; and we shall have deserved it, through our own folly. God grant that I may be mistaken!" Talking so, we arrived home. My wife had prepared dinner; there was kissing all round, the acquaintance was made; we all sat round the table, and dined with excellent appetites. Marie Anne was gay; she had already seen their house on her way, and the garden behind it with its rows of gooseberry bushes and the plum-trees full of blossom. The two carts, the horses having been taken out, were standing before their door; and from our windows might be seen the village people examining the furniture with great interest, hovering round and gazing with curiosity upon the great heavy boxes, feeling the bedding, and talking together about this great quantity of goods, just as if it was their own business. They were remarking no doubt that our cousin George Weber and his wife were rich people, who deserved the respectful consideration of the whole country round; and I myself, before seeing these great chests, should never have dreamed that they could have so much belonging entirely to themselves. This proved to me that my wife was perfectly right in continuing to pay every respect to my cousin; she had also cautioned our daughter Gredel: as for Jacob, he is a most sensible lad, who thinks of everything and needs not to be told what to do.