For, between you and I, dear, I don't believe one word about the innocent little souls staying in purgatory on account of not being baptized." "O, my friend, if you only _knew_!" exclaimed Rosa, in a wild, despairing tone.

But she instantly checked herself, and said: "I will try not to think of it; for if I do, I shall spoil my voice; and Papa Balbino would be dreadfully mortified if I failed, after he had taken so much pains to have me brought out." "That is right, darling," rejoined Madame, patting her on the shoulder.

"I will go away, and leave you to rehearse." Again and again Rosa sang the familiar airs, trying to put soul into them, by imagining how she would feel if she were in Norma's position.
Some of the emotions she knew by her own experience, and those she sang with her deepest feeling.
"If I could only keep the same visions before me that I have here alone, I should sing well to-night," she said to herself; "for now, when I sing 'Casta Diva,' I seem to be sitting with my arm round dear little Flora, watching the moon as it rises above the dark pines on that lonely island." At last the dreaded hour came.

Rosa appeared on the stage with her train of priestesses.

The orchestra and the audience were before her; and she knew that Papa and Mamma Balbino were watching her from the side with anxious hearts.