is the address on a card:--'Fairfield Gardens.' What a pretty place it
must be to live in, with such a name as that! And a sweet lady, no
doubt. Come! Come!"

But Carmina still resisted. "I have never even seen my aunt," she said.
"It is dreadful to pass my life with a stranger. Remember, I was only a
child when you came to us after my mother's death. It is hardly six
months yet since I lost my father. I have no one but you, and, when I
go to this new home, you will leave me. I only ask for one more day to
be together, before we part."

The poor old duenna drew back out of sight, in the shadow of a
curtain--and began to cry. Carmina took her hand, under cover of a
tablecloth; Carmina knew how to console her. "We will go and see
sights," she whispered "and, when dinner-time comes, you shall have a
glass of the Porto-porto-wine."

Teresa looked round out of the shadow, as easily comforted as a child.
"Sights!" she exclaimed--and dried her tears. "Porto-porto-wine!" she
repeated--and smacked her withered lips at the relishing words. "Ah, my
child, you have not forgotten the consolations I told you of, when I
lived in London in my young days. To think of you, with an English
father, and never in London till now! I used to go to museums and
concerts sometimes, when my English mistress was pleased with me. That
gracious lady often gave me a glass of the fine strong purple wine. The
Holy Virgin grant that Aunt Gallilee may be as kind a woman! Such a
head of hair as the other one she cannot hope to have. It was a joy to
dress it. Do you think I wouldn't stay here in England with you if I
could? What is to become of my old man in Italy, with his cursed
asthma, and nobody to nurse him? Oh, but those were dull years in