She helped herself
to the rich creamy chocolate and the little frosted cakes, and then
curled up on a broad couch near the window with a book full of wonderful
pictures. The pictures were of a tall man on horseback, and a short, fat
man on a donkey. "The Adventures of Don Quixote," was the title of the
book, and after Grace began to read she entirely forgot Sylvia,
Estralla, and Mrs. Carleton. And not until Mr. Fulton came into the room
an hour later did she lift her eyes from the book.
"All ready to start!" said Mr. Fulton, "and it will be dusk before we
reach home. Where is Sylvia?"
"Oh!" exclaimed Grace, looking up in surprise. "Hasn't she come back
with Estralla? Mrs. Carleton has just gone to the next house."
"Well, put on your things and run after them, that's a good girl," said
Mr. Fulton. "Why, here is Estralla now," he added, as the little colored
girl appeared at the door. "Tell Miss Sylvia to come down to the
landing; I'll meet you there," and he hurried away, thinking his little
daughter was safe with Mrs. Carleton.
"Whar' is Missy Sylvia?" asked Estralla, who had been asleep in a sunny
corner of the veranda for the last hour.
"Where is Sylvia?" echoed Mrs. Carleton, who came in at that moment.
"Has she gone to the boat?"
"Why, I don't know. Perhaps she has. Mr. Fulton said for us to come
right to the landing," said Grace, her thoughts still full of the
faithful Sancho Panza of whom she had been reading.
"I will go to the wharf with you.
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