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 death, and worms—but she caroled it like a bird—a flashing yellow-bird—with her eyes dancing and her mouth dimpling at the corners, as though death and worms were the most joyful and joyous things in all the world when one was wearing gold beads and shimmering silk.

As she stepped down from the platform with her little chin in the air, proud in the consciousness that no one else in school could say nine verses out of the hymn-book without a mistake, there was no relenting in the heavy, upturned faces of the envious parents and friends. But Rosario did not mind the sullen silence in which her new shoes squeaked beautifully, for, to the little Cinderella of Las Rubertas, Nan's radiant smile of approbation was quite reward enough.