"We must not take anything we can possibly do without.

Bless my soul, there goes the bell! What if it should be one of those dreadful creditors come here to peep and pry?
Run to your room, my children, and bolt the door." A moment afterward, she appeared before them smiling, and said: "There was no occasion for being so frightened, but I am getting nervous with all this flurry.

Come back again, dears.

It is only Franz Blumenthal." "What, come again ?" asked Rosa.

"Please go, Floracita, and I will come directly, as soon as I have gathered up these things that we must carry." The young German blushed like a girl as he offered two bouquets, one of heaths and orange-buds, the other of orange-blossoms and fragrant geraniums; saying as he did so, "I have taken the liberty to bring some flowers, Miss Floracita." "My name is Miss Royal, sir," she replied, trying to increase her stature to the utmost.