"Come to my house.

Mamma Letitia is away visiting, and I shall have the best chance.

I promise you; you shall see." "Hurry, then," said Panoria.

"It is better than braving the black elves, this that you are to do, Eliza.

For truly I think your uncle the canon must be an ogre." "You shall see," Eliza declared again; and, running after Nurse Saveria, they were soon in the narrow street in which, standing across the way from a little park, was the big, bare, yellowish-gray, four-story house in which lived the Bonaparte family, always hard pushed for money, and having but few of the fine things which so large a house seemed to call for.