“Oh! oh!” said young Bonaparte, “what is the matter now?”
“Valence, the governor’s nephew, struck me.”
“Ah!” said Bonaparte, laughing, “and you have come to me to strike him back?”
The child shook his head.
“No,” said he, “I have come to you because I want to fight him—”
“Fight Valence?”
“Yes.”
“But Valence will beat you, child; he is four times as strong as you.”
“Therefore I don’t want to fight him as children do, but like men fight.”
“Pooh!”