At the thought his face flushed red and hot. For you must know, boys and girls, that sometimes the fear of being suspected of a misdeed, even when one is absolutely innocent, brings to the face the flush that is considered a sign of guilt, and thus people are misunderstood and wrongfully accused. When one is high-spirited this is more liable to occur. It was so, at this moment, with the little Napoleon. His confused air, his flushed face, even his look of indignant denial, joined as evidence against him so strongly that his uncle the canon said sharply, "Come, you, Napoleon! do not lie to me now." At that remark all the boy's pride was on fire. [Illustration: "'I never lie uncle, you know I never lie!' said Napoleon"] "I never lie, uncle; you know I never lie!" he cried hotly. But Uncle Lucien was so certain of the boy's guilt that he mistook his pride for impudence. And yet he was such a good-natured old fellow, and loved his nieces and nephews so dearly, that he tried to soften and belittle the theft of his precious fruit. "No harm is done," he said, "if you but tell me what you have done. The fruit can be replaced, and I will say nothing, though you know you are forbidden to meddle with my fruit. But I do not love to see you doing wrong. I will not tolerate a lie. I do not know just what you have done; but if you will tell me the truth, I will--of course I will--pardon you. Why did you take my fruit?" "I took nothing, uncle," the boy declared. "It was"--then he stopped. Suppose it had been taken by one of his sisters, or by Panoria, their guest? The flutter of the departing skirt, as he came into the room, assured him it was one of these. But which one? And why should he accuse the little girls? It was not manly, and he wished to be a man. More than this, he was angry to think that he had been suspected, more angry yet to think he had been accused by good Uncle Lucien, and furiously angry to think that his word was doubted; so he said nothing further. "Ah, so! It was--you, then," the canon said, shaking his head in sorrowful belief. "No; I did not say so!" exclaimed Napoleon. "It was not I." "Take care, take care, my son," the canon said, very nearly losing his temper over what he considered Napoleon's insincerity. "You cannot deceive me. See! look at yourself in the glass. Your face betrays you. It is red with shame." "Then is my color a liar, uncle; but I am not," Napoleon insisted. "What were you doing here, all alone?" asked his uncle. "I was thirsty," replied the nephew. "I did but come for a drink of water." "That perhaps is so," said Uncle Lucien. "There is no harm in that. You came for a drink of water; but, how was it after that,--eh, my friend?" "That is all, uncle," replied Napoleon. "And the water? Have you taken a drink of it, yet?" "No, uncle; not yet." The canon again shook his head doubtingly.