Rosa's piano was there, and on it were a number of books which their father had given them.

As Floracita pointed to the ottomans their mother had embroidered, and the boxes and table she had painted, she said: "Our good friend the Signor sent those.

He promised to buy them." "He could not buy them, poor man!" answered Fitzgerald, "for he was in prison at the time of the auction; but he did not forget to enjoin it upon me to buy them." A pleasant hour was spent in joyful surprises over pretty novelties and cherished souvenirs.

Rosa was full of quiet happiness, and Floracita expressed her satisfaction in lively little gambols.

The sun was going down when they refreshed themselves with the repast Tulipa had provided.