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A moment afterward she brought the doll out of the house before my very eyes, and, going down to the end of the dock, deliberately threw it into the water: the tide was flowing out, and away went my toy-woman out of sight, out to sea. "Well!" I said to myself. "What next?" I had not told Felipa we were going: I thought it best to let it take her by surprise.
I can never be pretty, child; but if you will try to be more gentle, I could teach you how to dress yourself so that no one would laugh at you again. I could make you a little bright-barred skirt and a scarlet bodice: you could help, and that would teach you to sew. But a little girl who wants all this done for her must be quiet and good." "I am good," said Felipa "as good as everything."
She and Drollo followed the three of us wherever we went followed the two also whenever I stayed behind to sketch, as I often stayed, for in those days I was trying to catch the secret of the barrens: a hopeless effort, I know it now. "Stay with me, Felipa," I said; for it was natural to suppose that the lovers might like to be alone.
I went softly out into the darkness again and sought the arbor: groping on the ground I found, not the cloak, but Felipa! She was crouched under the foliage, face downward: she would not move or answer. "What is the matter, child?" I said, but she would not speak. I tried to draw her from her lair, but she tangled herself stubbornly still farther among the thorny vines, and I could not move her.
Columbus had not been very long in Lisbon when he met, at church, a girl named Felipa Monez Perestrello. Felipa was of noble birth; Christopher was not; but he was handsome tall, fair-haired, dignified, and full of earnestness in his views of life. Felipa consented to marry him. Felipa must have been a most interesting companion for a man who loved voyaging, for she had been born in the Madeiras.
I went on: "You love them, Felipa, and they are fond of you. They will always remember you, no doubt." "Remember!" cried Felipa, starting up from her cushions like a Jack-in-the-box. "They are not going away? Never! never!" "But of course they must go some time, for " But Felipa was gone.
But as I sat sketching an hour afterward Edward came into view, carrying the child in his arms. I hurried to meet them. "I shall never forgive myself," he said: "the little thing has fallen and injured her foot badly, I fear." "I do not care at all," said Felipa: "I like to have it hurt. It is my foot, isn't it?"
These items, one by one, had been dropped by Felipa at various times, and it was with curiosity that I gazed upon the original Miguel, the possessor of this remarkable spouse. He was a grave-eyed, yellow man, who said little and thought less, applying cui bono? to mental much as the city man applies it to bodily exertion, and therefore achieving, I think, a finer degree of inanition.
He recalled vaguely that something had been said of the overpowering perfumes of the garden at that hour, that the lively Felipa had become half hysterical in her remorseful apologies, and that Aunt Viney had ended the scene by carrying Cecily into her own room, where she presently recovered a still trembling but reticent consciousness.
"The grandmother, an Indian woman of the Seminoles who comes sometimes with baskets, and the wife of Miguel of the island. But they are all old, and their skins are curled: I like better the silver skin of the señora." Poor little Felipa lived on the edge of the great salt marsh alone with her grand-parents, for her mother was dead.
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