JOSEPH 107 



' Look there,' I remarked to Goujon. ' One would 

 almost say that was Joseph/ for we never could remember 

 to call her ' Josephine,' and, if we did, she paid no sort of 

 attention. 



Goujon's eyes followed mine. ' Joseph, Joseph ! ' 

 cried he, and Joseph came running without a moment's 

 hesitation, to the astonishment of the two small lizards, 

 who stayed behind and watched, with a shudder of 

 horror, their mother crawl up Goujon's shoulder. 



From this day the friendship between Goujon and 

 Joseph became as strong as ever, and when we left our 

 palace the only person we were sorry to leave was the 

 amiable Joseph. 



Does she ever think of us now, I wonder, even of 

 Goujon ? 



