One morning Flora wished to purchase some colored crayons to finish a drawing she had begun.

As she was going out, her friend said to her, "The sun shines so brightly, you had better wear your veil." "O, I've been muffled up so much, I do detest veils," replied Flora, half laughingly and half impatiently.

"I like to have a whole world full of air to breathe in.

But if you wish it, Mamita Lila, I will wear it." It seemed scarcely ten minutes after, when the door-bell was rung with energy, and Flora came in nervously agitated.
"O Mamita!" exclaimed she, "I am so glad you advised me to wear a veil.

I met Mr.Fitzgerald in this very street.