On her arm she carried a large basket filled with fine fruit,--pears, grapes, and figs.

"So here you are, in Napoleon's grotto!" exclaimed Saveria the nurse, dropping with her basket on the ground.

"Why did you run from me, naughty ones ?" Napoleon noted the basket's luscious contents.
"Oh, a pear! Give me a pear, Saveria!" he cried, springing toward the nurse, and thrusting a hand into the basket.
But Nurse Saveria hastily drew away the basket.
"Why, child, child! what are you doing ?" she exclaimed.

"These are your uncle the canon's." Napoleon withdrew his hand as sharply as if a bee amid the fruit had stung him.
"Ah, is it so ?" he cried; but Panoria, not having before her eyes the fear of the Bonapartes' bugbear, "their uncle the canon," laughed loudly.
"What funny people you all are!" she exclaimed.

"One needs but to cry, 'Your uncle the canon,' and down you all tumble like a house of cards.
What! is Saveria, too, afraid of him ?" "No more than I am," said Napoleon stoutly.
"No more than you!" laughed Panoria.