May I write a word to him on a piece of paper before we go?
I wish to." Mr.Pole reflected, and seeing her earnest in her desire to do this, replied: "Well, yes; if you must--the girls are not here." Emilia borrowed his pencil-case, and wrote:-- "Sandra is well, and always loves her caro papa, and is improving, and will see him soon.

Her heart is full of love for him and for her mama; and if they leave their lodgings they are to leave word where they go.
Sandra never forgets Italy, and reads the papers.

She has a copy of the score of an unknown opera by our Andronizetti, and studies it, and anatomy, English, French, and pure Italian, and can ride a horse.

She has made rich friends, who love her.

It will not be long, and you will see her." The hasty scrawl concluded with numerous little caressing exclamations in Italian diminutives.