"He might just as well keep you in a prison, little bird." "O, what's the use of talking, Tulee!" exclaimed she, impatiently.

"I have no friends to go to, and I _must_ stay here." But, reproaching herself for rejecting the sympathy so tenderly offered, she rose and kissed the black cheek as she added, "Good Tulee! kind Tulee! I _am_ a little homesick; but I shall feel better in the morning." The next afternoon Gerald and Rosa invited her to join them in a drive round the island.

She declined, saying the box that was soon to be sent to Madame was not quite full, and she wanted to finish some more articles to put in it.

But she felt a longing for the fresh air, and the intense blue glory of the sky made the house seem prison-like.

As soon as they were gone, she took down her straw hat and passed out, swinging it by the strings.