Go now," she continued, gently pushing her from the room, "and send Amita hither." She watched the disappearance of Maruja's slightly rebellious shoulders, and added to herself, "And this is the child that Amita really believes is pining with lovesickness for Carroll, so that she can neither sleep nor eat.

This is the girl that Faquita would have me think hath no longer any heart in her dress or in her finery! Soul of Joseph Saltonstall!" ejaculated the widow, lifting her shoulders and her eyes together, "thou hast much to account for." Two weeks later she again astonished her daughter.

"Why dost thou not join the party that drives over to see the wonders of Aladdin's Palace to-day?
It would seem more proper that thou shouldst accompany thy guests than Raymond and Amita." "I have never entered his doors since the day he was disrespectful to my mother's daughter," said Maruja, in surprise.
"Disrespectful!" repeated Dona Maria, impatiently.

"Thy father's daughter ought to know that such as he may be ignorant and vulgar, but can not be disrespectful to her.

And there are offenses, child, it is much more crushing to forget than to remember.