tented ; he wanted nothing, only to be let alone, and
they would not let him alone. They would haul him
away to put a heavy musket in his hand and a heavy
knapsack on his back, and drill him, and curse him,
and make him into a human target, a live popinjay.
No one had any heed for Lolo and his five
francs, and Moufflou, understanding that some
great sorroAv had fallen on his friends, sat down and
lifted up his voice and hoAvled.
Tasso must go away!—that was all they under¬
stood. For three long years they must go Avithout
the sight of his face, the aid of his strength, the
pleasure of his smile : Tasso must go ! When Lolo
understood the calamity that had befallen them, he
gathered Moufflou up against his breast, and sat
down too on the floor beside him and cried as if he
would never stop crying=
There was no help for it: it was one of those
misfortunes AvhIch are, as Ave say in Italian, like a
tile tumbled on the head. The tile drops from a
height, and the poor head bows under the unseen
blow. That is all.
' What is the use of that ?' said the mother pas¬
sionately when Lolo showed her his five francs. ' It
will not buy Tasso's discharge.'
Lolo felt that his mother was cruel and unjust,
and crept to bed with Moufflou. Moufflou always
slept on Lolo's feet.
The next morning Lolo got up before simrise,