THE DEVIL'S POOL
Germain, you are my master. I want you to take me home with you. I will be your servant for nothing."
The farmer advanced, feigning impatience. "Little girl," said he, "you left something behind at the farm, which I am bringing back to you."
"No, you are not, sir," answered little Marie. "I did n't forget anything, and I have nothing to ask of you."
"Listen a moment," returned the farmer. "It 's I who have something to tell you. Come with me. Don't be afraid. It 's only a word or two."
"You may say them aloud. I have no secrets with you."
"At any rate, do take your money."
"My money? You owe me nothing, thank God!"
"I suspected as much," said Germain under his breath, "but I don't care, Marie. Listen to what he has to say to you, for—I am curious to know. You can tell me afterward. Go up to his horse. I shall not lose sight of you."
Marie took three steps toward the farmer. He bent over the pommel of his saddle, and lowering his voice he said:
"Little girl, here is a bright golden louis for
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