There was a lingering leave-taking and a sorrowful one.

For the first time, the Bonaparte boys were leaving their mother and their home.
"Be good boys," she said to them; "learn all you can, and try to be a credit to your family.

Upon you we look for help in the future.

Be thrifty, be saving, do not get sick, and remember that, upon your work now, will depend your success in life." "Good-bye!" cried Nurse Saveria.

"When you come back I will have for you the biggest basket of fruit we can pick in the garden of your uncle the canon." "That you shall, boy," said Uncle Lucien, slipping his last piece of pocket-money into Napoleon's hand.