found.

But all this time the old grandmother up in Normandy waited and watched
for news from her boy.

Now and again during the years she saw his name mentioned in connection
with the Salon; and once she heard a medal had been granted him, and at
another time an "Honorable Mention."

Her heart throbbed in pride and she wrote congratulations, and thanked
the good God for answering her prayers. Little did she know of the times
when bread was cut in tiny bits and parceled out to each hungry mouth, or
the days when there was no fuel and the children kept to their beds to
prevent freezing.

But the few friends of Jean Francois who had forced the "Honorable
Mention" and secured the medal, now got something more tangible; they
induced the Government Director of Fine Arts to order from Jean Francois
Millet a picture for which the artist was to receive two thousand francs;
two hundred francs were paid on account and the balance was to be paid on
delivery of the picture.

Jean Francois hurried home with the order in his trembling fingers.
Catherine read the order with misty eyes. She was not unduly elated--she
knew that success must come some time. And husband and wife then and
there decided that when the eighteen hundred francs were paid over to
them they would move out of Paris.

They would make a home in the country. People do without things in the
country, but they do not starve. You can raise vegetables, and even