CHAPTER 1.VII.He Sets His Trap.
"May I come in?
I hope I do not disturb you, my dear friend," said Bonaparte, late one evening, putting his nose in at the cabin door, where the German and his son sat finishing their supper.
It was now two months since he had been installed as schoolmaster in Tant Sannie's household, and he had grown mighty and more mighty day by day.

He visited the cabin no more, sat close to Tant Sannie drinking coffee all the evening, and walked about loftily with his hands under the coat-tails of the German's black cloth and failed to see even a nigger who wished him a deferential good morning.

It was therefore with no small surprise that the German perceived Bonaparte's red nose at the door.
"Walk in, walk in," he said joyfully.

"Boy, boy, see if there is any coffee left.

Well, none.