s.

When they arrived at the lady's house she gave him a pretty little
suit of clothes and bade him wash and dress himself, and then he came
in and waited on her at supper.

After that he lived there, and the lady became very fond of him. As
for Jean Malin, he soon loved his mistress so dearly that if she had
been his own mother he could not have loved her better. Everything she
said and did seemed to him exactly right.

The lady had a lover who was a great, handsome man with a fine deep
voice. This gentleman often came to the house to take meals with the
lady, and he always spoke to Jean Malin very pleasantly; but Jean
could not abide him. He used to run and hide whenever this man came to
the house. The lady scolded him for it, but he could not help it.

The gentleman's name was Mr. Bulbul.

"I do not know what is the matter with you," said the lady to Jean
Malin. "Why is it you do not like Mr. Bulbul? He is very kind to you."

"I do not know, but I wish I might never see him again," answered
Jean.

"That is very wrong of you. Perhaps sometime I may marry Mr. Bulbul.
Then he will be your master. What will you do then?"

"Perhaps I will run away."

That angered the lady. "And perhaps I will send you away if you do not
behave better and learn to like him."

Now not far from the lady's house there was a pasture, and in this
pasture there was a bull,--a fine, handsome animal. Jean Malin often
saw it there.

After a while Jean began to notice a curious thing. Whenever Mr.
Bulbul came to the house, which was almost every day, the bull
disappeared from the pasture, and whenever the bull was in the pasture
there was nothing to be seen of the gentleman.

"That is a curious thing," said Jean to himself. "I will watch and
find out what this means. I am sure something is wrong."

So one day Jean went out and hid himself behind some rocks at the edge
of the pasture. The bull was grazing with his head down and did not
see him. After a while the bull raised his head and looked all about
him to see if there were any one around. He did not see Jean, because
the little boy was behind the rocks, so the animal thought itself
alone. Then it dropped on its knees and cried, "Beau Madjam, fat
Madjam, djam, djam, djara, djara!"

At once the bull became a man, and the man was the very Mr. Bulbul who
came to visit Jean's mistress.

The boy was so frightened he shivered all over as though he were cold.

Mr. Bulbul walked away