But, ah! misery, how damp we are in these parts! how very, very damp!" "Well, what happened after the report of firearms ?" "You shall hear.

We are still at breakfast, all silent--for what have we to talk about here?
What have we but our devotions, our kitchen-garden, and our wretched, wretched bits of breakfasts and dinners?
I say we are all silent, when there comes suddenly such a ring at the bell as never was heard before--a very devil of a ring--a ring that caught us all with our bits--our wretched, wretched bits!--in our mouths, and stopped us before we could swallow them.

'Go, brother of mine,' says the father superior to me, 'go; it is your duty--go to the gate.' I am brave--a very lion of a Capuchin.

I slip out on tiptoe--I wait--I listen--I pull back our little shutter in the gate--I wait, I listen again--I peep through the hole--nothing, absolutely nothing that I can see.

I am brave--I am not to be daunted.