"Their father always kept them like wax flowers under a glass cover.

They are as timid as hares." Before she finished the words, he was gone.
Rosabella remained where he had left her, with her head bowed on the table.

Floracita was nestling by her side, pouring forth her girlish congratulations.

Madame came in, saying, in her cheerly way: "So you are going to be married to night! Bless my soul, how the world whirls round!" "Isn't God _very_ good to us ?" asked Rosa, looking up.

"How noble and kind Mr.Fitzgerald is, to wish to marry me now that everything is so changed!" "_You_ are not changed, darling," she replied; "except that I think you are a little better, and that seemed unnecessary.