rosebuds were dotted in a graceful pattern. Some long silk
stockings, and white satin boots with red heels, and blue tassels at
the ankle, dropped from the bundle; and from one of the latter
Giovanni drew a wreath of crushed and faded artificial roses.

"All these were given her by the beautiful march‚sa for whom she was
named. Many times we have been to play and dance before her pal zzo;
and she, sending for us in, has given the little one a dress or a
wreath, or a handful of confetti, or a silver-piece in her hand. It
was when the march‚sa died that our troubles began; and in three
months more the little Julietta followed her, and Steph na (that was
my wife) went from me, and--But see, picciola! is it not a pretty
dress? Let us put it upon you, and it shall dance the Romaika with
you as it once did with her."

Nothing loath, Cherry hastened, with the help of the Italian, to
array herself in the pink-silk frock, and to exchange her coarse
shoes for the silken hose and satin boots of the little lost
Julietta. Although somewhat large, the clothes fitted better than
those Cherry had taken off; and when, seizing the violin, Giovanni
drew a long, warning note, the little dancer took her position, and
pointed her tiny foot with so assured and graceful an air, that the
Italian, nodding and smiling, cried with enthusiasm,--

"Ah, ah! See the little Taglioni! Why is she not upon the boards of
La Sc la?"

What this might mean Cherry could not guess, nor greatly cared to
know. She understood that her friend was pleased, and her little
heart beat high with vanity and excitement. She danced as she had