She sang Moore's Melodies a great deal; and when she warbled, "Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friend I love best!" she sighed, and thought to herself, "Ah! if I only _had_ a friend to love best!" She almost learned "Lalla Rookh" by heart; and she pictured herself as the Persian princess listening to a minstrel in Oriental costume, but with a very German face.

It was not that the child was in love, but her heart was untenanted; and as memories walked through it, it sounded empty.
Tulee, who was very observing where her affections were concerned, suspected that she was comparing her own situation with that of Rosa.
One day, when she found her in dreamy revery, she patted her silky curls, and said: "Does she feel as if she was laid by, like a fifth wheel to a coach?
Never mind! My little one will have a husband herself one of these days." Without looking up, she answered, very pensively: "Do you think I ever shall, Tulee?
I don't see how I can, for I never see anybody." Tulipa took the little head between her black hands, and, raising the pretty face toward her, replied: "Yes, sure, little missy.

Do ye s'pose ye had them handsome eyes for nothin' but to look at the moon?
But come, now, with me, and feed Thistle.

I'm going to give him a pailful of water.

Thistle knows us as well as if he was a Christian." Jack Thistle was a great resource for Tulee in her isolation, and scarcely less so for Flora.