The Waldorf family . et had one whole sleeve, thoughthe other was missing; and his hat had lost nothingbut the crown. As to his occupation, poor Peron-nik had never learned a trade, but he was notwithout some skill in his own way. He could eatas much, and sleep as long as any one in the par-ish, besides being able to imitate the song of thelark so perfectly, as almost to deceive the birdsthemselves. One day Peronnik came to a farm-house whichstood on the borders of the forest of Paimpont, andas the dinner hour had been striking for some time,in his stomach, he went to the door to ask for somef
The Waldorf family . et had one whole sleeve, thoughthe other was missing; and his hat had lost nothingbut the crown. As to his occupation, poor Peron-nik had never learned a trade, but he was notwithout some skill in his own way. He could eatas much, and sleep as long as any one in the par-ish, besides being able to imitate the song of thelark so perfectly, as almost to deceive the birdsthemselves. One day Peronnik came to a farm-house whichstood on the borders of the forest of Paimpont, andas the dinner hour had been striking for some time,in his stomach, he went to the door to ask for somefood. The farmers wife was, at that moment,kneeling on the door-sill, cleaning out her saucepanwith a piece of flint; but when she heard thevoice of the idiot, she stopped, and offered him thepot; at the same time telling him, that if thepigs had thrived, she would have been able tohave given him something better than sat down on the ground, and taking thesaucepan between his knees, began to dig and. scrape with his nails, but could only find a meretaste, for all the spoons in the house had alreadybeen into it. Notwithstanding this he licked hisfingers, and gave a grunt of satisfaction, as if hehad never eaten any thing half so good. It is made of millet-flour, he said, in a lowvoice ; of the best of millet-flour, moistened withthe milk of a black cow, and boiled by the bestcook in the country. The farmers wife, who listened to him from be-hind the door, was quite flattered. Poor inno-cent, said she, there is very little left for you;but I will find a piece of rye bread to satisfy yourhunger. She then brought him the first cut of a loaf, justtaken from the oven, which he pounced upon, as awolf would sei2e a lamb, crying that nobody butthe kings baker could make such delicious woman, who began to be puffed up with hispraises, told him it would taste like quite anotherthing, if he should eat it with some fresh-churnedbutter ; and immediately brought hi
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