The peasant hesitated.
'How can I ask a rich tradesman?' said he. 'He will despise me, and will not let his daughter come.'
'Don't trouble about that. Go and ask. Get everything ready by to-morrow morning, and I will come to the christening.'
The poor peasant returned home, and then drove to the town to find the tradesman. He had hardly taken his horse into the yard, when the tradesman himself came out.
'What do you want?' said he.
'Why, sir,' said the peasant, 'you see God has given me a son to rejoice my eyes in youth, to comfort my old age, and to pray for my soul after death. Be so kind as to let your daughter stand godmother to him.'
'And when is the christening?' said the tradesman.
'To-morrow morning.'
'Very well. Go in peace. She shall be with you at Mass to-morrow morning.'
The next day the godmother came, and the godfather also, and the infant was baptized. Immediately after the christening the godfather went away. They did not know who he was, and never saw him again.
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The child grew up to be a joy to his parents. He was strong, willing to work, clever and obedient. When he was ten years old his parents sent him to school to learn to read and write. What others learnt in five years, he learnt in one, and soon there was nothing more they could teach him.
Easter came round, and the boy went to see his godmother, to give her his Easter greeting.
'Father and mother,' said he when he got home again, 'where does my godfather live? I should like to give him my Easter greeting, too.'
And his father answered:
