His mother had taught him that he was an Argentinian, and his father had suggested that she also add Spanish, in order to please the grandfather.
"Very well, then; if you are not a Frenchy, shout, 'Down with Napoleon!'" And he looked around him to see if Desnoyers might be near, believing that this would displease him greatly.

But his son-in-law pursued the even tenor of his way, shrugging his shoulders.
"Down with Napoleon!" repeated Julio.
And he instantly held out his hand while his grandfather went through his pockets.
Karl's sons, now four in number, used to circle around their grandparent like a humble chorus kept at a distance, and stare enviously at these gifts.

In order to win his favor, they one day when they saw him alone, came boldly up to him, shouting in unison, "Down with Napoleon!" "You insolent gringoes!" ranted the old man.

"That's what that shameless father has taught you! If you say that again, I'll chase you with a cat-o-nine-tails.

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