Arm-in-arm they strolled on, happy to be together; and it was then that the others had pretended to see in her his sweetheart, and voted her "a trifle old." She had taken him, for a treat, to dine in an inn kept by some people from Paimpol, which had been recommended to her as rather cheap.

And then, still arm-in-arm, they had sauntered through Brest, looking at the shop-windows.

There never were such funny stories told as those she told her grandson to make him laugh; of course all in Paimpol Breton, so that the passers-by might not understand..