They drove to Mr.Duroy's, and found strangers there, who said the former occupants had all died of yellow-fever,--the lady and gentleman, a negro woman, and a white baby.

Flora was bewildered to find every link with her past broken and gone.

She had not lived long enough to realize that the traces of human lives often disappear from cities as quickly as the ocean closes over the tracks of vessels.

Mr.Jacobs proposed searching for some one who had been in Mr.Duroy's employ; and with that intention, they returned to the city.

As they were passing a house where a large bird-cage hung in the open window, Flora heard the words, "_Petit blanc, mon bon frere! Ha! ha_!" She called out to Mr.Jacobs, "Stop! Stop!" and pushed at the carriage door, in her impatience to get out.
"What _is_ the matter, my child ?" inquired Mrs.Delano.
"That's Madame's parrot," replied she; and an instant after she was ringing at the door of the house.