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But she immediately sank on the ottoman again, and said in tones of suppressed agitation: "Then he has left poor Rosa. How miserable she must be! She loved him so! O, how wrong it was for me to run away and leave her! And only to think how I have been enjoying myself, when she was there all alone, with her heart breaking! Can't we go to-morrow to look for her, dear Mamita?"
"I will try to be good, because I don't want to trouble you, Mamita Lila; but you know I can't be quiet in my mind. I did long for the opera; but unless Mr. Fitzgerald brought Rosa with him, and I could see her before I went, it would almost kill me to hear Norma; for every part of it is associated with her." After breakfast, Mrs.
Blumenthal took her hand respectfully, as she entered, and said: "This is our dear benefactress, our best earthly friend." "My guardian angel, my darling Mamita," added Flora. Mrs. King eagerly stepped forward, and folded her in her arms, saying, in a voice half stifled with emotion, "Thank God and you for all this happiness."
Four or five days later, Floracita made her appearance at the Welby plantation in a state of great excitement. She was in a nervous tremor, and her eyelids were swollen as if with much weeping. Mrs. Delano hastened to enfold her in her arms, saying: "What is it, my child? Tell your new Mamita what it is that troubles you so."
So, dear new Mamita, I have come to you, to see if you can't help me to get some money and go somewhere." Mrs. Delano pressed her gently to her heart, and responded in tones of tenderest pity: "Get some money and go somewhere, you poor child! Do you think I shall let dear Alfred's little daughter go wandering alone about the world? No, darling, you shall live with me, and be my daughter."
As years passed on, infant faces and lisping voices came into the domestic circle, fresh little flowers in the floral garland of Mamita Lila's life. Alfred Royal, the eldest, was a complete reproduction, in person and character, of the grandfather whose name he bore. Rosa, three years younger, was quite as striking a likeness of her namesake.
She stooped toward her, and softly inquired, "What is the matter, dear?" Flora seized her head with both hands, and, drawing it closer, whispered: "Take me home, Mamita! Do take me right home!" Wondering what sudden caprice had seized the emotional child, she said, "Why, are you ill, dear?" Flora whispered close into her ear: "No, Mamita. But Mr. Fitzgerald is here." Mrs.
They bade him "Good night," and smiled at each other to hear his strong voice, as it receded in the distance, still singing, "His soul is marching on." "Now I will go to Mamita," said Flora. "Her gentle spirit suffers in these days.
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.
Delano smiled as she answered: "So do I. And perhaps you can guess who it was that made me in love with bubbling over?" Flora gave a knowing smile, and dotted one of her comic little courtesies. "I don't see what makes you and Florimond like me so well," said she. "I'm sure I'm neither wise nor witty." "But something better than either," replied Mamita.
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