human
How can I help it? he asked.
gpt
The saints are kind to Jean, and they are not kind to me,--_voilà tout_!
human
The saints help those who help themselves, retorted his mother.
gpt
Thou art a look-in-the-air. Jean keeps his eyes open, he has wit, and he notices.
human
There! cried his mother one day, when he came in to supper.
gpt
Thy cousin--thy lucky cousin--has again been lucky. He has found a truffle-bed, and thy aunt has sold the truffles to the man from Paris for a hundred francs. A hundred francs! It will be long before thy stupid fingers can earn the half of that!
human
Where did Jean find the bed?
gpt
In the oak copse near the brook, where thou mightest have found them as easily as he, retorted his mother.
human
He was walking along with Daudot, the wood cutter's dog--whose mother was a truffle-hunter--and Daudot began to point and scratch; and Jean suspected something, got a spade, dug, and crack! a hundred francs! Ah, _his_ mother is to be envied!
gpt
The oak copse! Near the brook! exclaimed Louis, too much excited to note the reproach which concluded the sentence.
human
Why, I was there but the other day with Daudot, and I remember now, he scratched and whined a great deal, and tore at the ground. I didn't think anything about it at the time.
gpt
Oh, thou little imbecile--thou stupid! cried his mother, angrily.
human
There were the truffles, and the first chance was for thee. Didn't think anything about it! Thou never dost think, thou never wilt. Out of my sight, and do not let me see thee again till bedtime.