Louis slept on a little cot-bed near his brother; and how they lived on sixty cents a day--paying out of that for food, lodging, clothes, and books--is one of the mysteries.
[Illustration: "_'I dreamed that I was a king,' said Louis_"] In fact, they nearly starved themselves.

Napoleon made the broth; brushed and mended their clothes; sometimes had only dry bread for a meal; and, as Napoleon said later, "bolted the door on his poverty." That is to say, they went nowhere, and saw no one.
It was hard on the young lieutenant; it was perhaps even harder on the little brother.
One morning, after Napoleon had dressed himself and was preparing their poor breakfast, he knocked on the floor with his cane to arouse his brother and call him to breakfast and studies.
Little Louis awoke so slowly that Napoleon was obliged to arouse him a second time.
"Come, come, my Louis," he cried; "what is the matter this morning?
It seems to me that you are very lazy." "Oh, brother!" answered the half-awaked child, "I was having such a beautiful dream!" "And what did you dream ?" asked Napoleon.
The little Louis sat upright on the edge of his cot.

"I dreamed that I was a king," he replied.
"A king! Well, well!" exclaimed his brother, laughing.

Then he glanced around at the bare and poverty-stricken room.

"And what, then, your Majesty, was I, your brother,--an emperor perhaps ?" Then he shrugged his shoulders, and pinched his brother's ear.
"Well, kings and emperors must eat and work," he said, "the same as lieutenants and schoolboys.