When Tulee brought the same travelling-dress in which she had first come to the cottage, she shrunk from it at first, but seemed to remember immediately that she ought not to give unnecessary trouble to her friends.

While she was putting it on, Tulee said, "I tried to remember to put up everything ye would want, darling." "I don't want _any_thing," she replied listlessly.

Then, looking up suddenly, with that same wild, hard expression, she added, "Don't let me ever see anything that came from _him_!" She spoke so sternly, that Tulee, for the first time in her life, was a little afraid of her.
The eastern sky was all of a saffron glow, but the golden edge of the sun had not yet appeared above the horizon, when they entered the boat which was to convey them to the main-land.

Without one glance toward the beautiful island where she had enjoyed and suffered so much, the unhappy fugitive nestled close to Tulee, and hid her face on her shoulder, as if she had nothing else in the world to cling to.
* * * * * A week later, a carriage stopped before Madame's door, and Tulee rushed in with the baby on her shoulder, exclaiming, "_Nous voici_!" while Mr.Duroy was helping Rosa to alight.

Then such huggings and kissings, such showers of French from Madame, and of mingled French and Italian from the Signor, while Tulee stood by, throwing up her hand, and exclaiming, "Bless the Lord! bless the Lord!" The parrot listened with ear upturned, and a lump of sugar in her claw, then overtopped all their voices with the cry of "_Bon jour, Rosabella! je suis enchantee_." This produced a general laugh, and there was the faint gleam of a smile on Rosa's face, as she looked up at the cage and said, "_Bon jour, jolie Manon_!" But she soon sank into a chair with an expression of weariness.
"You are tired, darling," said Madame, as she took off her bonnet and tenderly put back the straggling hair.