Herefollowswhathetoldme：
\'AlongtimeagoIwasayoungartist——averyyoungartist，infact——andIwanderedaboutthecountrypartsofFrance，sketchinghereandsketchingthere，andwaspresentlyjoinedbyacoupleofdarlingyoungFrenchmenwhowereatthesamekindofthingthatIwasdoing。Wewereashappyaswewerepoor，oraspooraswewerehappy——phraseittosuityourself。ClaudeFrereandCarlBoulanger——thesearethenamesofthoseboys；dear，dearfellows，andthesunniestspiritsthateverlaughedatpovertyandhadanoblegoodtimeinallweathers。
\'AtlastweranhardagroundinaBretonvillage，andanartistaspoorasourselvestookusinandliterallysavedusfromstarving——FrancoisMillet——\'
\'What！thegreatFrancoisMillet？\'
\'Great？Hewasn\'tanygreaterthanwewere，then。Hehadn\'tanyfame，eveninhisownvillage；andhewassopoorthathehadn\'tanythingtofeedusonbutturnips，andeventheturnipsfailedussometimes。Wefourbecamefastfriends，dotingfriends，inseparables。Wepaintedawaytogetherwithallourmight，pilingupstock，pilingupstock，butveryseldomgettingridofanyofit。Wehadlovelytimestogether；but，Omysoul！howwewerepinchednowandthen！