little jerky bow to the miller and the postmaster when she passed the mill.
"Come, dusty-belly," said Baby, "what's all this pom-pom of the Lavilettes?"
The miller pursed out his lips, contracted his brows, and arranged his loose waistcoat carefully on his fat stomach.
"Money," said he, oracularly, as though he had solved the great question of the universe.
"La! la! But other folks have money; and they step about Bonaventure no more louder than a cat."
"Blood," added Gatineau, corrugating his brows still more.
"Both together--money and blood," rejoined the miller. Overcome by his exertions, he wheezed so tremendously that great billows of excitement raised his waistcoat, and a perspiration broke out upon his mealy face, making a paste which the sun, through the open doorway, immediately began to bake into a crust.
"Pah, the airs they have always had, those Lavilettes!" said Baby. "They will not do this because it is not polite, they will not do that because they are too proud