"Why, no, not a great deal--very little, in fact," he replied.

"Ah! then, I will beg papa to let me keep it always, always,
and not to take it away."

"I daresay he will let you keep it, if you tell him you like
it," said Graham, not clearly understanding her meaning.

"Oh! yes, but then he often gives me pretty things, and then
sometimes he says he must take them away again, because they
are worth so much money. I don't mind, you know, if he wants
them; but I will ask him to let me keep this."

"And what becomes of all your pretty things?"

"I don't know; I have none now," she answered, "we left them
behind at Spa. Do you know one reason why I would not dance
to-night?" she added, lowering her voice confidentially.

"No; what was it?"

"Because I had not my blue silk frock with lace, that I wear
at the balls at Wiesbaden and Spa. I can dance, you know, papa
taught me; but not in this old frock, and I left my other at
Spa."

"And what were your other reasons?" asked Graham, wondering
more and more at the small specimen of humanity before him.