"Why do you retire so far from the ozzers?" asked the governess. "I cannot hear you so well."
Mary Lee edged a little nearer but sat gloweringly through the lesson hours. She kept her place, however, after the rest were free, and let her eyes linger on her teacher's head, bent over some exercises she was correcting. After a while the exercises were laid aside with a sigh and Miss de Garcia smiled upon her adoring pupil.
Mary Lee moved toward her. "Are you tired?" she said.
"A little; not too much. Have you somesin for me to explain to you?"
Mary Lee dropped a light kiss upon her teacher's bright hair. "I didn't wait for that," she said, then all the pain of her jealousy found relief in the words: "I love you so. May I call you Miss Dolores? It is such a beautiful name."
"Do you like it? My aunt was named so. If you like, yes. I do not object that you say Miss Dolores."
"It makes you seem nearer; it is not so distant and formal as Miss de Garcia, and I love you so much."
"I am pleased if you do," was the reply. "One finds not too many to love one as the years pass, as time rolls on."
"I don't see how any one could help loving you. I should think thousands would," said Mary Lee in the fulness of her devotion.
"My aunt did love me; my grandfazer, too; when I was a child in Mexico."