and knives taken from us. Then we were locked up for the night.
"I wish you'd give me a good slap," said Mattia miserably, when we were alone; "box my ears or do something to me."
"I was as big a fool as you to let you play the cornet to a cow," I replied.
"Oh, I feel so bad about it," he said brokenly; "our poor cow, the Prince's cow!" He began to cry.
Then I tried to console him by telling him that our situation was not very serious. We would prove that we bought the cow; we would send to Ussel for the veterinarian ... he would be a witness.
"But if they say we stole the money to buy it," he said, "we can't prove that we earned it, and when one is unfortunate they always think you're guilty." That was true.
"And who'll feed her?" went on Mattia dismally.
Oh, dear, I did hope that they would feed our poor cow.
"And what are we going to say when they question us in the morning?" asked Mattia.
"Tell them the truth."
"And then they'll hand you over to Barberin, or if Mother Barberin is alone at her place and they question her to see if we are lying, we can't give her a surprise."
"Oh, dear!"
