Rosa was surprised at the long absence of her sister; and when the sun showed only a narrow golden edge above the horizon, she began to feel anxious.

She went to the kitchen and said, "Tulee, have you seen anything of Floracita lately?
She went away while I was sleeping." "No, missy," she replied.

"The last I see of her was in her room, with the embroidery-frame before her.

She was looking out of the window, as she did sometimes, as if she was looking nowhere.

She jumped up and hugged and kissed me, and called me 'Dear Tulee, good Tulee.' The little darling was always mighty loving.