Rosabella evidently felt much less pleasure in the prospect than did her younger sister; and her father, conjecturing the reason, was the more anxious to expedite their departure.

"I must not linger here talking," said he.

"I must go and attend to business; for there are many things to be arranged before we can set out on our travels," "_Hasta luego, Papasito mio_" said Rosabella, with an affectionate smile.
"_Au revoir, cher papa_" said Floracita, as she handed him his hat.
He patted her head playfully as he said, "What a polyglot family we are! Your grandfather's Spanish, your grandmother's French, and your father's English, all mixed up in an _olla podrida_.

Good morning, my darlings." Floracita skipped out on the piazza, calling after him, "Papa, what _is_ polyglot ?" He turned and shook his finger laughingly at her, as he exclaimed, "O, you little ignoramus!" The sisters lingered on the piazza, watching him till he was out of sight.

When they re-entered the house, Floracita occupied herself with various articles of her wardrobe; consulting with Rosa whether any alterations would be necessary before they were packed for France.
It evidently cost Rosa some effort to attend to her innumerable questions, for the incessant chattering disturbed her revery.