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He grows tall though." When she told her protégées that Franz Blumenthal had a message he wished to deliver to them personally, Rosa said, "Please go and receive it, Sistita. I had rather not leave my work." Floracita glanced at the mirror, smoothed her hair a little, arranged her collar, and went out. The young clerk was awaiting her appearance with a good deal of trepidation.
"Not all alone," responded Madame. "Jesus and the Blessed Virgin are with you." "O, I don't know where they are!" exclaimed Flora, in tones of wild agony. "I want my Papasito! I want to die and go to my Papasito." Rosabella folded her in her arms, and they mingled their tears together, as she whispered: "Let us try to be tranquil, Sistita. We must not be troublesome to our kind friend.
It was so funny that my quiet, refined Mamita Lila should all at once become a kidnapper. But here is Rosen Blumen. Well, what now, Mignonne?" "Papa says Lila is very sleepy, and we ought to be going home," replied the young damsel. "Then we will kiss good night, sistita mia?" said Mrs. Blumenthal; "and you will bring Eulalia to us to-morrow." On their return home, Mr.
"But do tell me," said Rosa, "how you came to go away so strangely, and leave me to mourn for you as if you were dead." The dimples disappeared, and a shadow clouded Flora's expressive eyes, as she replied: "It would take a long while to explain all that, sistita mia. We will talk it over another time, please."
As she stood gazing on the blooming garden and the little fountain, whose sparkling rills crossed each other in the sunshine like a silvery network strung with diamonds, she exclaimed, "O Floracita, we shall never be so happy anywhere else as we have been here." "How do you know that, sistita mia?" rejoined the lively little chatterer. "Only think, we have never been to a ball!
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