S cart, and took the vicar back to Longueval. The whole distance they chatted and quarrelled. The Abbe reproached the

farmer with not going to mass, and the latter replied: "The wife and the girls go for me. You know very well, Monsieur le Cure, that is how it is with us. The women have enough religion for the men. They will open the gates of paradise for us." And he added maliciously, while giving a touch of the whip to his old black mare: "If there is one!" The Cure sprang from his seat. "What! if there is one! Of a certainty there is one." "Then you will be there, Monsieur le Cure. You say that is not certain, and I say it is. You will be there, yo