The little girl stared at our voracity; but at last she laughed out, and clapped her hands at every fresh mouthful which we took, and pressed us to eat more.

She allowed me to kiss her, until her mother told her that I was not a woman, when she pouted at me, and beat me off.

Before midnight we were fast asleep upon the benches before the kitchen fire, and at daybreak were roused up by the woman, who offered us some bread and spirits, and then we went out to the door, where we found the horse and cart all ready, and loaded with vegetables for the market.

The woman, the little girl, and myself got in, O'Brien leading as before, and the mastiff following.

We had learnt the dog's name, which was "_Achille_," and he seemed to be quite fond of us.