How dear papa would have felt if he had seen it! One of them looked at me in such a strange way! I don't know what he meant; but it made me want to run away in a minute.
Hark! I do believe they have come up stairs, and are in papa's room.
They won't come here, will they ?" "Bolt the door!" exclaimed Rosa; and it was quickly done.

They sat folded in each other's arms, very much afraid, though they knew not wherefore.
"Ah!" said Rosa, with a sigh of relief, "there is Madame coming." She leaned out of the window, and beckoned to her impatiently.
Her friend hastened her steps; and when she heard of the strangers who were in the house, she said, "You had better go home with me, and stay there till they are gone." "What are they going to do ?" inquired Floracita.
"I will tell you presently," replied Madame, as she led them noiselessly out of the house by a back way.
When they entered her own little parlor, the parrot called out, "_Joli petit diable_!" and after waiting for the old familiar response, "_Bon jour, jolie Manon_!" she began to call herself "_Jolie Manon_!" and to sing, "_Ha! ha! petit blanc, mon bon frere_!" The poor girls had no heart for play; and Madame considerately silenced the noisy bird by hanging a cloth over the cage.
"My dear children," said she, "I would gladly avoid telling you anything calculated to make you more unhappy.

But you _must_ know the state of things sooner or later, and it is better that a friend should tell you.

Your father owed money to those men, and they are seeing what they can find to sell in order to get their pay." "Will they sell the table and boxes Mamita painted, and the ottomans she embroidered ?" inquired Rosa, anxiously.
"Will they sell the piano that papa gave to Rosa for a birthday present ?" asked Flora.
"I am afraid they will," rejoined Madame.
The girls covered their faces and groaned.
"Don't be so distressed, my poor children," said their sympathizing friend.

"I have been trying to save a little something for you.