98 A DOG OF FLANDERS.

as they both sat in the door of the
hut, where the sounds of the mirth
at the mill came down to them on
the night air—‘never mind. It
shall all be changed by and by.”

He believed in the future: Pa-
trasche, of more experience and of
more philosophy, thought that the
loss of the mill supper in the present
was ill compensated by dreams of
milk and honey in some vague here-
after. And Patrasche growled when-
ever he passed by Baas Cogez.

“This is Alois’ name-day, is it
not?” said the old man Daas that
night from the corner where he
was stretched upon his bed of sack-
ing.

The boy gave a gesture of assent: