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À man who lived in the country had a son whom he made work all the time in the fields. He had beets and cabbages which were so large and good that the father used to give them to his neighbours as objects of art, worthy to be put in their drawing-rooms. His friends would go home laden down with these heavy objects and give them to their servants, telling them to cook them or make salad of them.

As to the boy, he worked so much that he could not go to school. He had learned to write in a few lessons, but his orthography was poor, and ho never knew how to take the participles. Someti s

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they agreed and sometimes they did not. When he spoke it was not

so bad, because nothing was secn, although he often pronounced without the liaisons.

m them. When he was older he went into the lumbering business, and at last he

astonished his father by becoming a well-informed man, looked up to

simply. He said that the rich the noblest of all professions,

when he had stopped, a dear little is and gave him a book. His heart was touched at the sight and he

kissed the little thing, for he loved children. This was doubtless why he was re-elected,