ed with her question.
With that, they both ran into the grotto.
Napoleon was silent a moment, as if protesting against this invasion of his privacy. Then he said,--"If I were the master, Eliza, I would make you both do penance for listening at doors;" for it especially mortified this boy to be overheard talking to himself.
"But here are no doors, Napoleon!" cried Eliza, whirling about in the grotto.
"So much the worse, then," Napoleon returned hotly. "When there are no doors, one should be even more careful about intruding."
"Pho! hear the little lord," teased Eliza. "One would think he was the Emperor what's his name, or the Grand Turk."
Napoleon was about to respond still more sharply, when just then a shrill voice rang through the grotto.
"Eliza; Panoria! Panoria; Eliza!" the call came. "Where are you, runaways? Where are you hidden?"
"Here we are, Saveria," Eliza cried in reply, but making no move to retire.
Napoleon would have put the girls out, but the next moment a tall and s