Joseph is the boy to cry; and so is Lucien.

I'd be ashamed to cry as they do.

Why, if you touch those boys just with your little finger, they go running to Mamma Letitia, crying that we've scratched the skin off." Panoria had her idea of such "cry-babies" of boys; but Napoleon interested her most.
"But, Eliza," she said, "what does he say--Napoleon--when he talks to himself in his grotto over there ?" "You shall hear," Eliza replied.

"Let me go and peep in, to see if he is there.

But no; hush! See, here he comes! Come; we will hide behind the lilac-bush, and hear what Napoleon says." "But will not your nurse, Saveria, come to look for us ?" asked Panoria, who had not forgotten Eliza's reference to the nurse's heavy hand.
"Why, no; Saveria will be busy for an hour yet, picking fruit for our table from my uncle the canon's garden.