He could not quite have told any one why he was so glad, and this warmth had come to him.

His cheeks were burning.

No wonder that Bonaparte called in vain, and Doss put his paws on the ladder, and whined till three-quarters of an hour had passed.

At last the boy put the book in his breast and buttoned it tightly to him.

He took up the salt pot, and went to the top of the ladder.