"Gentlemen," said one who seemed to be most prominent in the group, "I have called you together on a most important matter. Tomorrow is old Bauer's birthday. I propose that, as is our custom, we take some notice of it. What do you say to giving him a little supper, in the name of the school?" "A good idea; a capital idea, d'Hebonville!" exclaimed most of the boys, in ready acquiescence. "A gluttonous idea, I call it; and an expensive one," said one upon the outer edge of the circle, in a sharply critical tone. "Ah. our little joker has a word to say," exclaimed one of the boys sarcastically, drawing back, and pushing the speaker to the front; "hear him." "Oh, now, Napoleon! don't object," young Alexander des Mazes said. "Did you not hear why d'Hebonville proposed the supper? It is to honor the German teacher's birthday." "Oh, he heard it fast enough, des Mazes," rejoined d'Hebonville. "That is what makes him so cross." "Why do you say that?" Napoleon demanded. "You do not like the plan because it is to honor old Bauer; for you do not like him," d'Hebonville replied. "If, now, it were a supper to the history teacher, you would agree, I am sure. For de l'Equille praises you on 'the profundity of your reflections and the sagacity of your judgment.' Oh, I've read his notes; or you would agree if it were Domaisen, the rhetoric teacher, who is much impressed--those are his very words, are they not, gentlemen?--with 'your powers of generalization, which' he says, are even 'as granite heated at a volcano.' But as it is only dear old Bauer"--and d'Hebonville shrugged his shoulders significantly. "Well, and what about 'dear old Bauer,' as you call him?" cried Napoleon; "finish, sir; finish, I say." "I will tell you what Father Bauer says of you, Napoleon," said des Mazes laughingly, as he laid his arm familiarly about Napoleon's neck; "he says he does not think much of you, because you make no progress in your German; and as old Bauer thinks the world moves only for Germans, he has nothing good to say of one who makes no mark in his dear language. 'Ach!' says old Bauer, 'your Napoleon Bonaparte will never be anything but a fool. He knows no German.'" The boys laughed loudly at des Mazes's mimicry of the German teacher's manner and speech. But Napoleon smiled with the air of one who felt himself superior to the teacher of German. "Now, I should say," said Philip Mabille, "that here is the very reason why Napoleon should not refuse to join us. It will be--what are the words?--'heaping coals of fire' on old Bauer's head." "That might be so," Napoleon agreed, in a better humor. "But why give him a feast? Let us--I'll tell you--let us give him a spectacle. A battle, perhaps." "In which you should be a general, I suppose, as you were in that snow--ball fight at Brienne, of which we have heard once or twice," said d'Hebonville sarcastically. "And why not?" asked Napoleon haughtily.