She stooped toward her, and softly inquired, "What is the matter, dear ?" Flora seized her head with both hands, and, drawing it closer, whispered: "Take me home, Mamita! Do take me right home!" Wondering what sudden caprice had seized the emotional child, she said, "Why, are you ill, dear ?" Flora whispered close into her ear: "No, Mamita.

But Mr.Fitzgerald is here." Mrs.Delano rose very quietly, and, approaching Mr.Green, said: "My daughter is not well, and we wish to leave.

But I beg you will return as soon as you have conducted us to the carriage." But though he was assured by both the ladies that nothing alarming was the matter, when they arrived at their lodgings he descended from the driver's seat to assist them in alighting.

Mrs.Delano, with polite regrets at having thus disturbed his pleasure, thanked him, and bade him good evening.

She hurried after Flora, whom she found in her room, weeping bitterly.