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Curious to know the reason he said to him: 'Why are you so sad? and where are you taking me? But the servant would say nothing. At last, moved by Bobino's entreaties, he said: 'My poor boy, I am taking you to your death, and, what is worse, I am doing so by the order of your father. 'But why, exclaimed Bobino, 'does he want me to die?
The herdsmen were more and more astonished, but they decided to do as Bobino advised. They sent their wives and daughters upstairs, then, having armed themselves, they took up their position behind a hedge, waiting for midnight. Just as the clock struck twelve they heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and a band of robbers cautiously advanced towards the house.
One evening, as he and his father were walking in the garden, the sparrows in the trees above their heads began such a twittering, that they found it impossible to hear each other speak. This annoyed the merchant very much, so, to soothe him, Bobino said: 'Would you like me to explain to you what the sparrows are saying to each other?
By good luck the dog has followed us. We will kill it, and cut out the heart and take it back to your father. He will believe it is yours, and you, in the meantime, will have made your escape. When they had reached the thickest part of the wood, Bobino got out of the carriage, and having said good-bye to the servants set out on his wanderings.
He expected something quite different from you, that is why he is determined you shall die. 'If that is the case, kill me at once, said Bobino. 'What is the use of waiting, if it must be done? 'I have not the heart to do it, answered the servant. 'I would rather think of some way of saving your life, and at the same time of protecting ourselves from your father's anger.
The noise so irritated the merchant that he quite lost his temper and exclaimed: 'This only was wanting to add the last drop to my discomfort and disappointment. 'Shall I explain to you? began Bobino. 'Will you hold your tongue with your explanations? shouted the merchant. 'Go to bed, and don't let me see your face again! So Bobino went to bed and slept soundly.
And into the Bobino, its sister music hall of the common people, where the favourite Stradel and the beloved Berthe Delny, "petite poupée jolie," as she so modestly terms herself, bring the grocer and his wife and children and the baker and his wife and children temporarily out of their glasses of Bock to yell their immense approval and clap their hands. I have heard many an audience applaud.
So the peasant fetched the bottle from the ditch, and gave the medicine to his daughter. In the morning she was much better, and the grateful father did not know how to thank Bobino enough. But Bobino would accept nothing from him, and having said good-bye, set out once more on his wanderings. One day, soon after this, he came upon two men resting under a tree in the heat of the day.
Bobino walked to the window, listened attentively for a minute, and then turning to the herdsmen said: 'Send your wives and daughters at once to bed, and arm yourselves as best you can, because at midnight a band of robbers will attack this house. The herdsmen were quite taken aback, and thought that the youth must have taken leave of his senses.
But the herdsmen were on the look-out; they sprang on the robbers from behind the hedge, and with blows from their cudgels soon put them to flight. You may believe how grateful they were to Bobino, to whose timely warning they owed their safety.
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