Of their discourse, though I could hear the greater part of it, I understood not a single word; and I wondered what it could be, for I knew by the sound that it was not French.

At last the man, in a somewhat louder tone, appeared to put a question to the woman, who nodded her head affirmatively, and in a moment or two produced a small stool, which she delivered to him.

He placed it on the ground, close by the door of the tent, first rubbing it with his sleeve, as if for the purpose of polishing its surface.
_Man_.

Now, my precious little gentleman, do sit down here by the poor people's tent; we wish to be civil in our slight way.

Don't be angry, and say no; but look kindly upon us, and satisfied, my precious little God Almighty.
_Woman_.