I have tried every way to think how I could manage, to sell my work." "I will gladly buy all you have," rejoined the lady, "and I should like to have you make me some more; especially of these garlands of rice-shells, trembling so lightly on almost invisible silver wire." "I will make some immediately," replied Flora.

"But I must go, dear Mrs.Delano.I wish I could stay longer, but I cannot." "When will you come again ?" asked the lady.
"I can't tell," responded Flora, "for I have to manage to come here." "That seems strange," said Mrs.Delano.
"I know it seems strange," answered the young girl, with a kind of despairing impatience in her tone.

"But please don't ask me, for everything seems to come right out to you; and I don't know what I ought to say, indeed I don't." "I want you to come again as soon as you can," said Mrs.Delano, slipping a gold eagle into her hand.

"And now go, my dear, before you tell me more than you wish to." "Not more than I wish," rejoined Floracita; "but more than I ought.

I _wish_ to tell you everything." In a childish way she put up her lips for a kiss, and the lady drew her to her heart and caressed her tenderly.
When Flora had descended the steps of the piazza, she turned and looked up.