She picked out all sorts of marvellous objects, at all sorts of incredible distances.

In short, she prattled and chattered till I forgot all about the washing-tub, and again began to think her quite charming.

Presently we heard wandering sounds of music among the trees at the foot of the hill--sounds as of a violin and bagpipes; now coming with the wind from the west, now dying away to the north, now bursting out afresh more merrily than ever, and leading off towards the village.
"_Tiens_! that must be a wedding!" said Josephine, drumming with her little feet against the side of the old well on which she was sitting.
"A wedding! what connection subsists, pray, between the bonds of matrimony, and a tune on the bagpipes ?" "I don't know what you mean by bagpipes--I only know that when people get married in the country, they go about with the musicians playing before them.

What you hear yonder is a violin and a _cornemuse_." "A _cornemuse!_" I repeated.

"What's that ?" "Oh, country music.