On such an occasion men would look for that fundamental dish, the plate of red haricots, seasoned with chopped onions.

All in good time; this at least would ballast the stomach.

Thus refreshed in the open air, listening to the song of the cigales, the gang of harvesters would take their mid-day rest and gently digest their meal in the shadows of the sheaves.

Our modern Thestylis, differing little from her classic sister, would take good care not to forget the _gounflo-gus_, that economical resource of large appetites.

The Thestylis of the past did not think of providing it because she did not know it.
The same author shows us Tityrus offering a night's hospitality to his friend Meliboeus, who has been driven from his property by the soldiers of Octavius, and goes limping behind his flock of goats.