"Do you see that pretty little creature crossing the garden?
I reckon that's the other daughter." "They'll bring high prices," continued the third speaker.

"They're the best property Royal has left.

We may count them eight or ten thousand, at least.

Some of our rich fanciers would jump at the chance of obtaining _one_ of them for that price." As he spoke, he looked significantly at the first speaker, who refrained from expressing any opinion concerning their pecuniary value.
All unconscious of the remarks she had elicited, Rosa retired to her chamber, where she sat at the window plunged in mournful revery.
She was thinking of various articles her mother had painted and embroidered, and how her father had said he could not bear the thought of their being handled by strangers.

Presently Floracita came running in, saying, in a flurried way, "Who are those men down stairs, Rosa ?" "I don't know who they are," replied her sister.