She got work afterwards in the village, but she did not find a husband, because her lemon grove was sold, and these peasants will not marry a wife without a dowry.

No wonder she looked so sad.

We were always frightfully sorry for her." Sheila, who was the next entertainer, recited a ballad; and Delia also "spoke a piece," an amusing episode of child life, which she rendered with much humor.

The next turn was Irene's, and the girls, who were in a mood for listening, clamored for a story.
"I haven't any first-hand or original adventures," she declared.

"My aunts never have psychic experiences, and the people who brought us things to the door in London weren't interesting in the least.