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They both had the same calm and dreamy little cast of mind. They delighted in stories, in old Breton legends, and their favorite sport was to go and ask for them at the cottage-doors, like beggars:”Ma’am…” or, “Kind gentleman… have you a little story to tell us, please?”And it seldom happened that they did not have one “given” them; for nearly every old Breton grandame has, at least once in her life, seen the “korrigans” dance by moonlight on the heather.
