A lamp was burning in the farther part of the room, and Madame Guirlande, who sat there in spectacles and ruffled cap, made a grotesque black shadow on the wall.

Floracita started up, screaming, "What is that ?" Madame Guirlande went to her, and she and Rosa spoke soothingly, and soon she remembered all.
"O, let me go home with _you_" she said to Madame "I am afraid to stay here." "Yes, my children," replied the good Frenchwoman.

"You had better both go home and stay with me to-night." "I cannot go away and leave _him_ alone," murmured Rosa, in tones almost inaudible.
"Franz Blumenthal is going to remain here," replied Madame Guirlande," and Tulipa has offered to sit up all night.

It is much better for you to go with me than to stay here, my children." Thus exhorted, they rose and began to make preparations for departure.
But all at once the tender good-night of the preceding evening rushed on Rosa's memory, and she sank down in a paroxysm of grief.

After weeping bitterly for some minutes, she sobbed out, "O, this is worse than it was when Mamita died.