foreigner, and probably French.

"And what's to be done with her, Dora?" asked the young man rather
gravely, when she had finished.

"Why, when she is well enough to tell who she is, and where she came
from,--that is, if she can talk English at all,--we can return her to
her friends; or, if they are not to be discovered, I will keep her
myself. That is,"-and the young girl paused suddenly, the blood
rushing to her face, as she added,--" that is, if you and Kitty are
willing. It is your house, not mine; though I'm afraid I am apt to
forget."

Karl looked at her reproachfully.

"When I brought you here, Dora Darling, I brought you home; and when
my mother died, not yet a year ago, did she not bid us live together
as brother and sisters, in love and harmony?"

"Yes; but"--

"But what, Dora?"

"I am afraid sometimes I behave too much as if it were my own
house," faltered Dora.

"And so it is your own house, just as it is my own and Kitty's own.
Have either of us ever made you feel that there was any difference,
or that you had less right here than we?"