A CHANGE OF SEX.
When next Ambrosia Lonzello regained consciousness she was reposing in a room familiar to her, at the home of Mrs. Rizal. After her last bitter experience she had been cast into the street in a fever and delirium, and, happily for her, had soon been picked up by Mrs. Rizal, who had taken her to her home and nursed her through a siege of fever. Now, as Ambrosia opened her eyes with a rational look, Mrs. Rizal, smiling on her, said:
“You are better now.”
“How do I come to be here?” asked the girl in confusion.
“I found you wandering on the street in a fever and brought you here.”
“Oh, then it is true,” cried the girl in horror as memory came to her. “I must go, I am not fit to be in this room with you.”
“Nonsense,” responded the older woman, smoothing her pillow. “You have been having bad dreams, and you must forget about them.”
“Are you sure they were dreams?”
“Perfectly. You have been very sick.”
“Where is mother?”