\"Yes，beupearly，myboy，\"interruptedBonaparte，smiling。\"Iamtobemasterofthisfarmnow；andweshallbegoodfriends，Itrust，verygoodfriends，ifyoutrytodoyourduty，mydearboy。\"
Waldoturnedtogo，andBonaparte，lookingbenignlyatthecandle，stretchedoutoneunstockingedfoot，overwhichWaldo，lookingatnothinginparticular，fellwithaheavythuduponthefloor。
\"Dearme！Ihopeyouarenothurt，myboy，\"saidBonaparte。\"You’llhavemanyaharderthingthanthatthough，beforeyou’vegonethroughlife，\"headdedconsolingly，asWaldopickedhimselfup。
TheleanHottentotlaughedtilltheroomrangagain；andTantSannietitteredtillhersidesached。
WhenhehadgonethelittlemaidbegantowashBonaparte’sfeet。