Juli was as devoted to her Kuni as a faithful dog.

The kindness which the lame ropedancer showed to the fragile child was lavishly returned to her by a thousand proofs of the warmest attachment.
So Kuni had found one heart which kept its whole treasure of love for her alone, one creature who could not do without her, one fragile human plant to which she could be useful and helpful day and night.
Under the care of a faithful nurse little Juli gradually grew stronger, both physically and mentally.

The little girl's wan cheeks began to be rosy, the convulsions and fever attacked her less frequently.

Besides the faint "Baba," she learned to babble "Duni," (instead of Kuni) and afterward "Mother," and many other words.

At last she talked nearly as well as other children of her age.