It was none but he then; but now, she will not as much as turn her head if she sees his white jacket." "Hold thine unmannerly, loutish, stupid tongue, wilt thou, thou dolt," said Annot, deeply offended.

"Boullin indeed! I danced with him last harvest-home; I know not why, unless for sheer good-nature; and now, forsooth, I am to have Boullin for ever thrust in my teeth.

Bah! I hate a baker.

I would as lieve take a butcher at once." Jacques Chapean also was offended.
"I wonder, Jean Stein," said he, "that you know not better than to liken your sister to such as young Boullin--a very good young man in his way, I have no doubt.

You should remember there is a difference in these things." "I don't know," said Jean, "why a smith's daughter should not marry a baker's son; but I did not mean to vex Annot, and will say no more about him; only good bread is a very good thing to have in one's house." "And a butcher is a good trade too," said the old man inside the chimney.