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"O, I've been muffled up so much, I do detest veils," replied Flora, half laughingly and half impatiently. "I like to have a whole world full of air to breathe in. But if you wish it, Mamita Lila, I will wear it." It seemed scarcely ten minutes after, when the door-bell was rung with energy, and Flora came in nervously agitated.
Thus exhorted, they rose and began to make preparations for departure. But all at once the tender good-night of the preceding evening rushed on Rosa's memory, and she sank down in a paroxysm of grief. After weeping bitterly for some minutes, she sobbed out, "O, this is worse than it was when Mamita died. Papasito was so tender with us then; and now we are all alone."
And then abruptly she sank to her knees and began softly sobbing. Loto called from upstairs and they heard him coming down. Lylda went back hastily to the fire; the Chemist pushed a large chair in front of the pedestal, hiding it from sight. The boy, in his night clothes, stood on the hearth beside his mother. "There is the stocking, mamita. Where shall I hang it?" "First the prayer, Loto.
Green hadn't longed for a musical instrument, and been too poor to buy one. It would have done him so much good to have astonished himself by waking up a tune in the Harmolinks." "Yes," responded Mrs. Delano, "it might have saved him the trouble of going to Arabia Petraea or Damascus, in search of something new. What do you think about accepting Mr. Bright's offer?" "O, I hope we shall go, Mamita.
She took Flora's hand, and by a gentle pressure, now and then, sought to remind her that they were in public; but she understood it as an indication of musical sympathy, and went on all the same. When they entered the carriage to return home, she drew a long breath, and exclaimed, O Mamita, how I have enjoyed the concert!" "I am very glad of it," replied her friend. "I suppose that was Mr.
An answer sprang to the Very Young Man's lips words the thinking of which made his heart leap into his throat. But before he could voice them Loto ran up to him from behind, crying. "I want to walk by you, Jack; mamita talks of things I know not." The Very Young Man put his arm across the child's shoulders. "Well, little boy," he said laughing, "how do you like this adventure?"
"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."
In the little garden behind the house, out of sight of the crowd on the other side, Lylda prepared to take the drug. She was standing there, with the four men, when Loto burst upon them, throwing himself into his mother's arms. "Oh, mamita, mamita," he cried, clinging to her. "There in the street outside, they say such terrible things of you mamita.
"Yes, Mamita," responded Flora; "and you know I fancied myself a great musical composer in those days, a sort of feminine Mozart; but the qui vive was always the key I composed in." "I used to think the fairies helped you about that, as well as other things," replied Mrs. Delano. "I think the fairies help her now," said Mr. Blumenthal; "and well they may, for she is of their kith and kin."
When the graceful vision of Venus Anadyomene was revealed, she pressed her friend's hand, and the pressure was returned. But when the light was held over a beautiful Cupid, the face looked out from the gloom with such an earnest, childlike expression, that she forgot the presence of strangers, and impulsively exclaimed, "O Mamita, how lovely!"
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