"Why don't you open it?" said Father Goulden.
I opened it and tried to read, but had to take a little time. At last
I cried out, "It is the permit."
"Do you believe it?" said he.
"Yes, it is the permit," I said, holding it at arm's length.
"Ah! that rascal of a minister, he has sent no others," said Father
Goulden.
"But," I said, "I know nothing of politics, since the permit has come,
the rest does not concern me."