(3)Within a year Joseph knew the milk route as well as Pierre. Pierre used to say that he didn`t need reins – he never touched them. Each morning Pierre arrived at the stables of the Provincale Milk Company at five o`clock. The wagon would be loaded and Joseph attached to it. Pierre would call “Bon jour, vieux ami,”(good day, my old friend) as he climbed into his seat and Joseph would turn his head and the other drivers would smile and say that the horse would smile at Pierre.
Then Jacques, the boss, would say, “All right, Pierre, go on,” and Pierre would call softly to Joseph, “Avance, mon ami,” (go my friend) and this beautiful combination would go proudly down the street.