Your stockings are tumbling over your shoes, and your jacket is all awry.

How will your Mamma Letitia like that?
Run, then! I hear the carriage wheels! In with you, little Down-at-the-heel!" Smarting under the girl's teasing, and all the more because it came from her, Napoleon sulked into the house.
But Panoria still swung on the gate.

When the carriage stopped before the house, she ran to welcome her friend Eliza, and, with the returned family, entered the house.
In the doorway the fat little canon, Uncle Lucien, received them.
"Back again, uncle!" cried Mamma Letitia in welcome.

"And how do you all?
Where is Napoleon?
Where is Pauline ?" The woman who spoke was Madame Letitia Bonaparte, the mother of Napoleon.

She was a remarkable woman--remarkable for beauty, for ability, and for position.