How strangely everything has changed! We don't hear Mamita's Spanish and papa's English any more.

We have nobody to talk _olla podrida_ to now.

It's all French with Madame, and all Italian with the Signor." "But what kind souls they are, to do so much for us!" responded Rosa.
"If such good friends hadn't been raised up for us in these dreadful days, what _should_ we have done ?" Here Madame came hurrying in to say, "Mr.Duroy and the boys have come.

We must change dresses before the whistler goes by." The disguises were quickly assumed; and the metamorphosis made Rosa both blush and smile, while her volatile sister laughed outright.

But she checked herself immediately, saying: "I am a wicked little wretch to laugh, for you and your friends may get into trouble by doing all this for us.