But now the basket was only half filled.

Who had taken the fruit?
He clapped his hands together in surprise; for the fruit of his uncle the canon was something no one in the house dared to touch.

Punishment swift and sure would descend upon the culprit.
"But, look!" he said half-aloud; "who has dared to touch the fruit of my uncle the canon?
Touch it?
My faith! they have taken half of it.

Ah, that skirt! Could it have been--it must have been one of my sisters.

But which one ?" As he stood thus wondering, his eyes still fixed upon the rifled basket of fruit, he heard behind him a voice that tried to be harsh and stern, calling his name.
"Napoleon!" cried the new-comer, "what are you doing at the sideboard?
and why have you opened it?
You know we have forbidden you to take anything to eat before mealtime.