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Here and there very small, thin dark curls strayed from under it, like the tendrils of a delicate vine; and nestling close to each ear was a little dark, downy crescent, which papa called her whisker when he was playfully inclined to excite her juvenile indignation. "See!" said she. "This pattern comes all in a tangle. I have done the stitches wrong. Will you please to help me, Mamita Lila?" Mrs.
"I have been thinking, Mamita, that something is going to happen to me," she replied; "for always when I am very merry something happens." "I should think something would happen very often then," rejoined Mrs. Delano with a smile, to which she responded with her ready little laugh. "Several visitors called while we were gone," said Mrs. Delano. "Our rich Boston friend, Mr.
The girls tried their best to help her, but they were continually proposing to carry something because it was a keepsake from Mamita or Papasito. "This is no time for sentiment, my children," said Madame. "We must not take anything we can possibly do without. Bless my soul, there goes the bell! What if it should be one of those dreadful creditors come here to peep and pry?
He has done us a thousand favours, and if he ever succeeds in overthrowing this infamous government he will restore to us all the property we have lost. But ai de mi, I cannot see deliverance yet." "Mamita, do not say such a thing!" exclaimed her daughter. "Do you begin to despair now when there is most reason to hope?"
"You thought her beautiful." "Yes," said Floracita, "and it was a peculiar sort of beauty. She wasn't the least like you or Mamita. Everything about her was violet. Her large gray eyes sometimes had a violet light in them. Her hair was not exactly flaxen, it looked like ashes of violets. She always wore fragrant violets.
"When we go home, I will sing it to you every evening if you would like it, Mamita Lila," said Flora. Her friend patted her head fondly, and said: "You must finish your researches soon, darling; for I think we had better go to Magnolia Lawn to see if Tom and Chloe can be found." "How shall we get there? It's too far for you to walk, and poor Thistle's gone," said Flora. "I have sent Mr.
Floracita, who was cutting leaves from the geranium, observed his quick movement, and, as he left the room, she turned toward their visitor and said, in a childlike, confidential sort of way: "Our dear Mamita used to call this room the Temple of Flora. She had a great passion for flowers.
"You are sure he will come?" the child asked anxiously again. "It is certain, Loto if you are asleep." Loto kissed his mother and shook hands solemnly with the men a grave, dignified little figure. "Good night, Loto," said the Big Business Man. "Good night, sir. Good night, my father good night, mamita; I shall be asleep very soon." And with a last look at the stocking he ran out of the room.
But first I want to tell you that I also have a secret, and I will confide it to you that you may feel assured I shall love you always. Flora, dear, when your father and I were young, we were in love with each other, and I promised to be his wife." "So you might have been my Mamita!" exclaimed Floracita, impetuously. "No, not your Mamita, dear," replied Mrs. Delano, smiling.
Delano said, "So you had an escort home?" "Yes, Mamita," she replied; "Florimond would bring the parcel, and so we walked together." "He was very polite," said Mrs. Delano; "but ladies are not accustomed to stand on the doorstep talking with clerks who bring bundles for them." "I didn't think anything about that," rejoined Flora. "He wanted to know about Rosa, and I wanted to tell him.
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