How well I remember it! my little young ladies and little Monsieur, you would hardly believe how one can remember things of fifty years ago and more, as if they were yesterday when one is old as I am! The weather had been very hot, and now the clouds looked black and threatening.
"'We shall have thunder,' I said to myself, and I tried to walk faster, but I was tired, and oh, so hot and thirsty.

I put my hand in my pocket and drew out the apple, which I had forgotten.

How refreshing it was! "'Poor bon papa,' I said to myself.

'I wish he would not be so exacting.
I do not wish to make him unhappy, but what can I do?
One cannot be all one's life a little child.' "Still, softer thoughts were coming into my mind, I began to wish I had not given my decision, that I had said I would think it over.

Paris was so far away; at home they might all be dead before I could hear, the poor bon papa above all; it was true he was getting very old.
"Just then, at a turn in the road, I found myself in face of Didier, Didier Larreya.