"Come, queridita, and get your dinner." "But is it possible?
I thought Fray Ignatius had forbidden it." "He cannot forbid me to wait upon you, my darling one.

And he cannot turn the flour into dust, and the meat into stone.

There is a good dinner ready; and you are hungry, no doubt." "For three hours I have been faint.

Ah! you have made me a custard also! You are a very comforter." But the girl was still and sad, and Antonia was hard pressed to find any real comfort for her.

For she knew that their only hope lay in the immediate attack of the American force, and its success; and she did not think it wise to hide from her sister the alternatives that lay before them if the Americans failed.
"I am afraid," said Isabel; "and so unhappy.