She missed what she called the _olla-podrida_ phrases to which she had always been accustomed; and in her desire to behave with propriety, there was an unwonted sense of constraint.

When callers came, she felt like a colt making its first acquaintance with harness.

She endeavored to conceal such feelings from her kind benefactress; but sometimes, if she was surprised in tears, she would say apologetically, "I love you dearly, Mamita Lila; but it is dreadful to be so far away from anybody that ever knew anything about the old times." "But you forget that I do know something about them, darling," replied Mrs.Delano.

"I am never so happy as when you are telling me about your father.

Perhaps by and by, when you have become enough used to your new home to feel as mischievous as you are prone to be, you will take a fancy to sing to me, 'O, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's _old_ dream.'" It was beautiful to see how girlish the sensible and serious lady became in her efforts to be companionable to her young _protegee_.