THE MILLER’S SECRET I41

Let me do justice to our people.
From this day forth we never let the
old miller want for work. At last one
morning Gaffer Cornille died, and the
sails of our last mill ceased turning
for good and all, this time. When
Cornille was dead, no one took his
business. What would you have, sir?
. . . Everything comes to an end in
this world, and it is to be supposed
that the time for windmills is over,
as the time is over for state-barges on
the Rhone, parliaments, and brocaded
coats.

THE END