"This is a day of compliments," said she, as she entered the parlor, "Signor Pimentero called me _Diavolessa_; Madame Guirlande called me _Joli petit diable_; and the parrot took it up, and screamed it after me, as I came away." "I don't wonder at it," replied Rosa.

"I think I never saw even you so full of mischief." Her frolicsome mood remained through the day.

One moment she assumed the dignified manner of Rosabella, and, stretching herself to the utmost, she stood very erect, giving sage advice.

The next, she was impersonating a negro preacher, one of Tulipa's friends.

Hearing a mocking-bird in the garden, she went to the window and taxed his powers to the utmost, by running up and down difficult _roulades_, interspersed with the talk of parrots, the shrill fanfare of trumpets, and the deep growl of a contra-fagotto.