is as empty as a drum. I have not had a bit of bread in my mouth since early this morning!"
"Didn't I say so?" replied the old woman. "There you go begging at once. But I have no food in the house, nor any fire."
"But we will pay for everything," continued the philosopher.
"We will pay early to-morrow in cash."
"Go on and be content with what you get. You are fine fellows whom the devil has brought here!"
Her reply greatly depressed the philosopher Thomas; but suddenly his nose caught the odour of dried fish; he looked at the breeches of the theologian, who walked by his side, and saw a huge fish's tail sticking out of his pocket. The latter had already seized the opportunity to steal a whole fish from one of the carts standing in the court-yard. He had not done this from hunger so much as from the force of habit. He had quite forgotten the fish, and was looking about to see whether he could not find something else to appropriate. Then the philosopher put his hand in the theologian's pocket as though it were his own, and laid hold of his prize.
The old woman found a special resting-place for each student; the rhetorician she put in a shed, the theologian in an empty store-room, and the philosopher in a sheep's stall.
As soon as the philosopher was alone, he
