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"Will they sell the table and boxes Mamita painted, and the ottomans she embroidered?" inquired Rosa, anxiously. "Will they sell the piano that papa gave to Rosa for a birthday present?" asked Flora. "I am afraid they will," rejoined Madame. The girls covered their faces and groaned. "Don't be so distressed, my poor children," said their sympathizing friend.
It seemed to me enough that they were included in our prayer for 'all classes and conditions of men'; but after listening to poor Chloe's eloquent outpouring, I am afraid such generalizing will sound rather cold." "Mamita," said Flora, "you know you gave me some money to buy a silk dress. Are you willing I should use it to buy clothes for Chloe and her children?"
If George survives the war, some employment with a comfortable salary might be provided for him, with a promise to advance him according to his industry and general good habits. How does that strike you, Mamita?" "I agree perfectly with you," rejoined Mrs. Delano.
"Come Loto, little son," the woman said. "You hear it is the time of sleep for you." The boy put down his book reluctantly and went over to the fireplace, standing beside his mother with an arm about her neck. "Oh, mamita dear, will he surely come, this Santa Claus? He never knew about me before; will he surely come?" Lylda kissed him tenderly.
It distresses me beyond measure to think of our having left poor, faithful Tulee." "When we found out that Mr. Fitzgerald had married another wife," replied Flora, "my new Mamita kindly volunteered to go with me in search of you and Tulee. We went to the cottage, and to the plantation, and to New Orleans. Everybody I ever knew seemed to be dead or gone away.
We sang it to him the very night before he died." She began to warble, "Now Phoebus sinketh in the west." "Why, it seems as if I were a little girl again, singing to Papasito and Mamita," said she. Looking up, she saw that Mrs. Delano had covered her face with her handkerchief; and closing the music-book, she nestled to her side, affectionately inquiring what had troubled her.
Dear friend, I wonder you can believe such things." "The world is full of strange things, my child, stranger than anything you ever read in story-books." "If she was only Papasito's slave," said Flora, "I don't think Mamita found that any great hardship." "She did not, my dear. I don't suppose she ever thought of it; but a great misfortune has grown out of it."
Her cap of rich white lace, made in the fashion of Mary Queen of Scots, was very slightly trimmed with ribbon of the same color, and fastened in front with a small amethyst set with pearls. For fanciful Flora had said: "Dear Mamita Lila, don't have everything about your dress cold white or gray. Do let something violet or lilac peep out from the snow, for the sake of 'auld lang syne."
Monterey had taken her siesta, enjoyed her supper, and was ready to dance through the night once more. "He is dead," said Ysabel. "True," said the old woman. "He would have come back to me before this." "True." "He was so strong and so different, mamita." "I never forget his eyes. Very bold eyes." "They could be soft, macheppa." "True.
She stood awhile on the veranda, thinking sadly, "If Gerald loves me as Papasito loved Mamita, how can he be contented to leave me so much?" With a deep sigh she turned and entered the house through an open window. The sigh changed at once to a bright smile. The parlor had undergone a wondrous transformation since she last saw it.
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