Within a year Joseph knew the milk route as well as Pierre. Pierre used to boast 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 hitched to it. Pierre would call ”Bonjour, vieil ami,” 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 foreman would say, “ALL right, Pierre, go on,” and Pierre would call softly to Joseph, “Avance, mon ami,” and this splendid combination would stalk proudly down the street.