"You'll have many a harder thing than that though, before you've gone through life," he added consolingly, as Waldo picked himself up.
The lean Hottentot laughed till the room rang again; and Tant Sannie tittered till her sides ached.
When he had gone the little maid began to wash Bonaparte's feet.
"Oh, Lord, beloved Lord, how he did fall! I can't think of it," cried Tant Sannie, and she laughed again.

"I always did know he was not right; but this evening any one could see it," she added, wiping the tears of mirth from her face.

"His eyes are as wild as if the devil was in them.
He never was like other children.

The dear Lord knows, if he doesn't walk alone for hours talking to himself.

If you sit in the room with him you can see his lips moving the whole time; and if you talk to him twenty times he doesn't hear you.