Perhaps your heads will become so turned with flattery, that you will want to be at balls and operas all the time." "No flattery will be so sweet as yours, _cher papa_," said Floracita.
"No indeed!" exclaimed Rosa.

But, looking up, she met his eye, and blushed crimson.

She was conscious of having already listened to flattery that was at least more intoxicating than his.

Her father noticed the rosy confusion, and felt a renewal of pain that unexpected entanglements had prevented his going to Europe months ago.

He tenderly pressed her hand, that lay upon his knee, and looked at her with troubled earnestness, as he said, "Now that you are going to make acquaintance with the world, my daughters, and without a mother to guide you, I want you to promise me that you will never believe any gentleman sincere in professions of love, unless he proposes marriage, and asks my consent." Rosabella was obviously agitated, but she readily replied, "Do you suppose, Papasito, that we would accept a lover without asking you about it?
When _Mamita querida_ died, she charged us to tell you everything; and we always do." "I do not doubt you, my children," he replied; "but the world is full of snares; and sometimes they are so covered with flowers, that the inexperienced slip into them unawares.