But she hasn't seemed like herself lately; and this forenoon she hugged and kissed me ever so many times, and cried.

When I asked her what was the matter, she said she was thinking of the pleasant times when _Papasito querido_ was alive.

Do you think she was unhappy ?" "She told me once she was homesick for Madame Guirlande," replied Tulee.
"Did she?
Perhaps she was making so many things for Madame because she meant to go there.

But she couldn't find her way alone, and she knew it would be very dangerous for either of us to go to New Orleans." Tulee made no reply.

She seated herself on a wooden bench by the open door, swinging her body back and forth in an agitated way, ever and anon jumping up and looking round in all directions.