have got a right to go to your own country; every one has a right to
go to their own country."

"Mamma is not very patriotic," said Aurora Church, smiling.

"Well, I call that dreadful," her companion declared. "I have heard
that there are some Americans like that, but I never believed it."

"There are all sorts of Americans," I said, laughing.

"Aurora's one of the right sort," rejoined Miss Ruck, who had
apparently become very intimate with her new friend.

"Are you very patriotic?" I asked of the young girl.

"She's right down homesick," said Miss Sophy; "she's dying to go. If
I were you my mother would have to take me."

"Mamma is going to take me to Dresden."

"Well, I declare I never heard of anything so dreadful!" cried Miss
Ruck. "It's like something in a story."

"I never heard there was anything very dreadful in Dresden," I
interposed.

Miss Ruck looked at me a moment. "Well, I don't believe YOU are a
good American," she replied, "and I never supposed you were. You had
better go in there and talk to Mrs. Church."