About four o'clock Waldo, lying between the seats of the horse-wagon, was
awakened by a gentle touch on his head.
Sitting up, he espied Bonaparte looking through one of the windows with a
lighted candle in his hand.
"I'm about to depart, my dear boy, before my enemies arise, and I could not
leave without coming to bid you farewell," said Bonaparte.
Waldo looked at him.
"I shall always think of you with affection" said Bonaparte. "And there's
that old hat of yours, if you could let me have it for a keepsake--"
"Take it," said Waldo.
"I thought you would say so, so I brought it with me," said Bonaparte,
putting it on. "The Lord bless you, my dear boy. You haven't a few
shillings--just a trifle you don't need--have you?"
"Take the two shillings that are in the broken vase."
"May the blessing of my God rest upon you, my dear child," said Bonaparte;
"may He guide and bless you. Give me your hand."
Waldo folded his arms closely, and lay down.
"Farewell, adieu!" said Bonaparte. "May the blessing of my God and my
father's God rest on you, now and evermore."
With these words the head and nose withdrew themselves, and the light
vanished from the window.
After a few moments the boy, lying in the wagon, heard stealthy footsteps
as they passed the wagon-house and made their way down the road.
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