THE BRETONS AT HOME.

BY CHARLES W. WOOS, F.R.G.S., AUTHOR OF "THROUGH HOLLAND," "LETTERS FROM
MAJORCA," ETC. ETC.


Still we had not visited le Folgoët, and it had to be done.

"No one ever leaves our neighbourhood without having seen le Folgoët,"
said M. Hellard. "Or if he does so he loses the best thing we can offer
him in the way of excursions. Also, he must expect no luck in his future
travels through Brittany."

[Illustration: MORLAIX.]

"And he must be looked upon in the light of a _barbare_," chimed in
Madame. "Not to do le Folgoët would be almost as bad as not going to
confession in Lent."

"My dear, did _you_ go to confession in Lent?" asked Monsieur, slily.

"Monsieur Hellard," laughed Madame, blushing furiously, "I am a good
Catholic. Ask no questions. We were speaking of Folgoët. Everyone should
go there."

"Is the excursion, then, to be looked upon as a pilgrimage, or a
penance?" we asked. "Will it absolve us from our sins, or grant us
indulgences? Is there some charm in its stones, or can we drink of its