THE DEVIL'S POOL
and kissed her, leaping for joy, and pulling her toward the mare with the burning impatience children feel in their desires.
"Come along," said the young girl, lifting him in her arms; "let us try to quiet his poor little heart. It is fluttering like a little bird; and if you feel the cold when night comes on, tell me, my Pierre, and I will wrap you in my cape. Kiss your little father, and beg his pardon for being naughty. Tell him that you will never, never be so again. Do you hear?"
"Yes, yes, provided that I always do just as he wishes. Is n't it so?" said Germain, drying the little boy's eyes with his handkerchief. "Marie, you are spoiling the little rascal. But really and truly, you are too good, little Marie. I don't know why you did not come to us as shepherdess last Saint John's Day. You would have taken care of my children, and I should much rather pay a good price for their sake than try to find a woman who will think, perhaps, she is doing me a great kindness if she does not detest them."
"You must not look on the dark side of things," answered little Marie, holding the horse's bridle while Germain placed his son in front of the big
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