"Begone, dull care!
I prithee begone from me!
Begone, dull care!
Thou and I shall never agree!"

The walk changed to hopping and dancing, as she warbled various
snatches from ballets and operas, settling at last upon the quaint
little melody, "Once on a time there was a king," and running it
through successive variations.

A very gentle and refined voice, from behind a clump of evergreens,
said, "Is this Cinderella coming from the ball?"

She looked up with quick surprise, and recognized a lady she had
several times seen in Nassau.

"And it is really you, Señorita Gonsalez!" said the lady. "I thought
I knew your voice. But I little dreamed of meeting you here. I
have thought of you many times since I parted from you at Madame
Conquilla's store of shell-work. I am delighted to see you again."

"And I am glad to see you again, Mrs. Delano," replied Flora; "and I
am very much pleased that you remember me."

"How could I help remembering you?" asked the lady. "You were a
favorite with me from the first time I saw you, and I should like very
much to renew our acquaintance. Where do you live, my dear?"

Covered with crimson confusion, Flora stammered out: "I don't live
anywhere, I'm only staying here. Perhaps I shall meet you again in the