You are to know, you young scamps, that his father did me a service.

Here, Corde-a-puits, go and get some cakes and sugar-plums," he said to the pupil who had tortured Joseph, giving him some small change.

"We'll see if you are to be artist by the way you gobble up the dainties," added the sculptor, chucking Joseph under the chin.
Then he went round examining the pupils' works, followed by the child, who looked and listened, and tried to understand him.

The sweets were brought, Chaudet, himself, the child, and the whole studio all had their teeth in them; and Joseph was petted quite as much as he had been teased.

The whole scene, in which the rough play and real heart of artists were revealed, and which the boy instinctively understood, made a great impression on his mind.