He pouts." "It is not so, mamma," said Napoleon, coming forward; "I do dare.

I am sad; but I do not pout." "And is he obstinate still, Uncle Lucien ?" Papa Charles asked.

"Has he confessed, or asked your pardon ?" "He has done neither," Uncle Lucien replied.

"I have never seen, in any child, such obstinacy as his." "Napoleon! Obstinacy!" exclaimed Mamma Letitia.

"Why, tell me; what has the boy done ?" Then Uncle Lucien told the story of the rifled basket of fruit, excusing the lad as much as he could, although it must be confessed that the kind of canon was considerably "put out" by the reason of what he called Napoleon's obstinacy.
When, however, he reached the part of his story that described how he wished Napoleon to confess his misdeed, little Panoria, having, as I have told you, none of that awe of the Canon Lucien that his grand nephews and nieces had, burst in upon him,-- "Why, then!" she cried, "I should not think Napoleon would confess.