Then poor Bornier, who resembled a Breton gnome, came up to me.
It was the unlucky boat, the boat that was haunted by the gnome.
"It's like a fairy-tale, and going into the gnome's hill," fluttered Magsie.
The gnome picked up my bag, but was interrupted by my new friend.
As they neared the brook that ran through the meadow, the Gnome paused.
"Well, you wait and see ...