But you must be thinking, my children, whether everything is in readiness." "He told us we were not to go till evening, and it isn't dark yet," said Floracita.

"Couldn't we go into Papasito's garden one little minute, and take one sip from the fountain, and just one little walk round the orange-grove ?" "It wouldn't be safe, my dear.

There's no telling who may be lurking about.

Mr.Fitzgerald charged me not to let you go out of doors.
But you can go to my chamber, and take a last look of the house and garden." They went up stairs, and stood, with their arms around each other, gazing at their once happy home.

"How many times we have walked in that little grove, hand in hand with Mamita and Papasito! and now they are both gone," sighed Rosa.
"Ah, yes," said Flora; "and now we are afraid to go there for a minute.