Oh! Cherisette, what shall I do?
And to whom play my violin, who will understand ?" "Oh, but Mirko mio, it is a splendid offer! Think, dear child, a comfortable home and no anxieties," Mimo said.

"Truly your sister is an angel, and you must not be so ungrateful.

Your cough will get quite well; perhaps I can come and lodge in the town, and we could walk together." But Mirko pouted.

Zara sighed and clasped her hands.
"If you only knew how hard it has been to obtain this much," she said, with despair in her voice.

"Oh, Mirko, if you love me you will accept it! Can't you trust me that I would not ask you to go where they are hard or cruel?
I am going down to the place to-morrow, to see it and judge for myself.