For the present, gentlemen, farewell!" He cocked his hat fiercely, and went off at speed the way we had ourselves been going; humming as he went, "Ce petit homme tant joli, Qui toujours cause et toujours rit, Qui toujours baise sa mignonne Dieu gard' de mal ce petit homme!" His reckless song came back to us on the summer breeze.

We watched him make a playful pass at a corpse which some one had propped in ghastly fashion against a door--and miss it--and go on whistling the same air--and then a corner hid him from view.
We lingered only a moment ourselves; merely to speak to the boy we had befriended.
"Show the books if anyone challenges you," said Croisette to him shrewdly.

Croisette was so much of a boy himself, with his fair hair like a halo about his white, excited face, that the picture of the two, one advising the other, seemed to me a strangely pretty one.

"Show the books and point to the cross on them.

And Heaven send you safe to your college." "I would like to know your name, if you please," said the boy.