From Ailenroc’s Book, by Cornelia Alexander
“Where is Charles?” said Mrs. Butler, as they gathered around the breakfast table. “He is generally prompt at mealtime, if no other.”
“I think he was reading,” Mr. Butler answered. “Lou., go and call him; perhaps he did not hear the bell;” but as Lou. arose from her seat the clatter of boyish boots was heard, and in a moment Charles was in his place beside her.
“I got interested,” he said, in a frank, offhand manner, “in a little story—or incident, rather—about Napoleon.”
“And what did Napoleon do in this instance?” said his father.
“He got in a passion and counted a hundred before speaking.”
“Pooh! That was a great thing to do,” said Mr. Butler; and he went on helping the twins, Essie and Earnest, who sat, in all the dignity of high chairs and bib aprons, opposite Charles and Lou.
“If that’s all it takes to make a Napoleon, I could be one myself,” Lou. said, as she stirred her tea. Read More