"Would that be all right?" Mary Lee appealed to her mother.
"I think so. It seems a very good plan, and in the meantime we can be telling Mr. Pinckney."
Therefore Mary Lee went to seek Miss Dolores. She found her in the garden pacing up and down, a thoughtful look upon her face.
"What are you thinking about, dear Miss Dolores?" asked the girl.
"I was thinking of that position in Pasadena and was wondering if I would be less lonely there than in some spot further from home."
"I don't think you will ever be lonely again," said Mary Lee. "May I walk with you, Miss Dolores? I have something to tell you."
"I shall be very glad of your company, my dear. I, too, wish to tell you something, and it is that you can never know how my sad heart has been cheered by your love to me. I many times hide what I feel, and perhaps you do not think I appreciate and return it, but I do."
"I am so very glad," replied Mary Lee, slipping her hand in that of the señorita. "I have been wondering, Miss Dolores, what was the last name of your little cousin, your Cousin Pepita that you were telling me about the other day."
"She was named Pepita Middleton, for she, too, was half American. If she had lived we should be as sisters."
Mary Lee was silent while she formed the next question. "Did you know her father has just died?"