There was the war," and here she began to count on her fingers, "That destroyed a great deal.

I know when my father could scarcely send on money to pay my bills in New York.

And then there was the signature for Senor Pedraez.

And then there were the Apaches who burnt the hacienda and drove off the cattle.

And then he--" Her voice faltered and she stopped; she could not say, "He died." "My poor, dear child!" sighed Aunt Maria, walking up to the girl and caressing her with a tenderness which was all womanly.
"That seems enough," continued Clara, when she could speak again.