I taught her to imitate all sorts of birds, and she is showing me that she has not forgotten my lessons." "It will be impossible to hear ourselves speak, unless I cover the cage," replied the lady.
"Allow me to quiet her, if you please," rejoined Flora.

She opened the door of the cage, and the bird hopped on her arm, flapping her wings, and crying, "_Bon jour! Ha! ha_!" "_Taisez vous, jolie Manon_," said Flora soothingly, while she stroked the feathery head.

The bird nestled close and was silent.
When their errand was explained, the lady repeated the same story they had already heard about Mr.Duroy's family.
"Was the black woman who died there named Tulee ?" inquired Flora.
"I never heard her name but once or twice," replied the lady.

"It was not a common negro name, and I think that was it.

Madame Papanti had put her and the baby there to board.