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When they arrived at their lodgings, Flora exclaimed: "O Mamita Lila, we have heard such heavenly music, and a voice so wonderfully like Rosa's! I don't believe I shall sleep a wink to-night." "Do you mean the Aunt Rosa I was named for?" inquired her daughter. "Yes, Rosen Blumen," replied her mother; "and I wish you had gone with us, that you might have an idea what a wonderful voice she had."
"It was his really conscientious desire to establish Lila's welfare above all things that had caused Chan Hung to become in some degree undecided when conversing with Ming-hi on the detail of the scheme; for, unaffected as the Mandarin himself would have been at the prospect of an honourable poverty, it was no part of his intention that the adorable and exceptionally-refined Lila should be drawn into such an existence.
With a smile that was rather more sleepy than dreamy, the industrious young freshman picked up the precious missives. "O Lila, my magnanimous roommate, are you asleep? Do you want to listen to my last valentines? I intend to run down and put them in the senior caldron presently. Is this sentimental? When I read it to Berta, she laughed at it. "My Music
Christopher came in at the moment, and with a slight bow to Carraway, slipped into his place. "What's Jim Weatherby chopping up that log for?" he asked, glancing in the direction of the ringing strokes. Cynthia looked at him almost grimly, and there was a contraction of the muscles about her determined mouth. "Ask Lila," she responded quietly.
"Who has the care of the children?" his mother asked him one day. "Austin is looking after them," was the easy reply. "You do not mean to say you left that boy with the care of the children," she exclaimed in amazement. "Why, Mother, he manages them fine. I was gone a month a while back and everything was running along all right when I came home, and he had Lila and Doyle then, also."
"Be sure to hurry back," were her last words as she rumbled off; and when, in looking over her shoulder at the first curve, she saw Lila lift her beaming eyes to Jim Weatherby's face, the protest of all the dust in the old graveyard was in the groan that hovered on her lips.
Meanwhile she intended to leave the girl severely alone. Think of the impudence of calling her Lila! Lila, indeed! And that hint about reading aloud! The incredible impertinence of it! And to appropriate her pencil! Atrocious! But of course she would keep on being polite. She owed that to herself, to her position, to her self-respect.
But when the programme was produced, she saw nothing associated with her sister, and said, "I will go if you wish it, Mamita Lila, because I like to do everything you wish." She felt very indifferent about going; but when Mr.
"She says I play it almost as well as Aunt Rosa." "And she likes to hear me sing, 'Once on a time there was a king," said Lila. "She says she heard you singing it in the woods a long time ago, when she hadn't anybody to call her Mamita." "Very well, my children," replied their mother. "Do everything you can to make Mamita happy; for there will never be such another Mamita."
A feathery branch of the honey-locust was in his face, and he pushed it impatiently aside as he looked at Lila. "I waited late just to take you," he added wistfully, jumping from his seat and going to the horses' heads. "Won't you get in?" "You will be so tired, Cynthia," Lila persuaded. "Think of the walking you have to do in town."
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