I've such trust
in you, Waldo; I've always thought you such a promising lad, though you
mayn't have known it, Waldo."
"Eat," said the boy, "I shall say nothing."
Bonaparte, who knew the truth when another spoke it, closed the door,
carefully putting on the button. Then he looked to see that the curtain of
the window was closely pulled down, and seated himself at the table. He
was soon munching the cold meat and bread. Waldo knelt on the floor,
bathing the foot with hands which the dog licked lovingly. Once only he
glanced at the table, and turned away quickly.
"Ah, yes! I don't wonder that you can't look at me, Waldo," said
Bonaparte; "my condition would touch any heart. You see, the water was
fatty, and that has made all the sand stick to me; and my hair," said
Bonaparte, tenderly touching the little fringe at the back of his head, "is
all caked over like a little plank; you wouldn't think it was hair at all,"
said Bonaparte, plaintively. "I had to creep all along the stone walls for
fear she'd see me, and with nothing on my head but a red handkerchief, tied
under my chin, Waldo; and to hide in a sloot the whole day, with not a
mouthful of food, Waldo. And she gave me such a blow, just here," said
Bonaparte.
He had cleared the plate of the last morsel, when Waldo rose and walked to
the door.
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