There is no baron now.

All at once somebody die a year ago, and leave them ten thousand dollars; and then--mais, there is the grand difference! They have save and save twenty years to pay their debts and to buy a seigneury, like that baron who live in the time of John the Baptist.

Now it is to stand on a ladder to speak to them.

And when all's done, they marry Ma'm'selle Sophie to a farrier, to that Magon Farcinelle--bah!" "Magon was at the Laval College in Quebec; he has ten thousand dollars; he is the best judge of horses in the province, and he's a Member of Parliament to boot," said the miller, puffing.

"He is a great man almost." "He's no better judge of horses than M'sieu' Nic Lavilette--eh, that's a bully bad scamp, my Gatineau!" responded Baby.