' And if you wish to know how she liked them," concluded
Madame, laughing, "ask Catherine, la-haut. Three times a week at least
we had pancakes on the menu. But nothing delights us more than when we
please our guests. We like them to be at home here, and to feel that
they may do as they please and order what they like."
To the truth of which self-commendation we bore good testimony.
"Now about the excursions," said M. Hellard. "I recommend you to go
to-morrow to St. Thegonnec and Guimiliau, the next day to St.
Jean-du-Doigt and Plougasnou, and the third day to Landerneau and Le
Folgoet. The two first by carriage, the last by train."
So it was arranged, and we were about to separate when in came our
hostess of that little auberge by the river-side, _A la halte des
Pecheurs_, carrying a barrel of oysters. She had walked all the way, and
though the sun shone brilliantly, she was armed with a huge cotton
umbrella that would have roofed a fair-sized tent.
"Madame Mirmiton!" cried M. Hellard; "and with a barrel of oysters, too!
You are welcome as fine weather at the _Fete-Dieu_! But why you and not
your husband?"
"Ah, monsieur!" replied Madame Mirmiton: "Figurez-vous, my husband was
running after that naughty girl of mine, stumbled over the cat and
sprained his ankle.
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