The Spirit of missions . a visit ? Ah, Clarmen, dear,that would be hard for me. But if theother mammia would grieve for her,should I not let her go? Or, you thinkperhaps she know how much I also lovemy sweet little Massachusetts, and thatI never before had a doll in all my life ?You think she know how Ramon a is sickin Hospital San Lucas very long time?And if she know that, Oarmen, dear,will she be sad, or triste, if I cannotspare my little Massachusetts? It is sure, no one but having a ten-der heart would send you her doll, Ra-mona; and who knows but she have yetother ones beside? Sometimes t
The Spirit of missions . a visit ? Ah, Clarmen, dear,that would be hard for me. But if theother mammia would grieve for her,should I not let her go? Or, you thinkperhaps she know how much I also lovemy sweet little Massachusetts, and thatI never before had a doll in all my life ?You think she know how Ramon a is sickin Hospital San Lucas very long time?And if she know that, Oarmen, dear,will she be sad, or triste, if I cannotspare my little Massachusetts? It is sure, no one but having a ten-der heart would send you her doll, Ra-mona; and who knows but she have yetother ones beside? Sometimes they havetwo, or even three, when very rich. But none so sweet and dear as mine!And you think she want me to keep * The names and the incidents in this littlestory are for the greater part imaginary. Andyet, like Ramona, I cannot help feeling thatthey stand for the truth. Dreams are strangethings ; and since most people have them, theymust be meant to serve some purpose. Thepictures, at all events, are real.—J. H. V. CARMEN, DEAR, PLEASE YOUBRING ME MASSACHUSETTS, Massachusetts ? You think she will notgrieve? I could not wish her to betriste. Carmen, dear. But if you sup-pose she is content, then I am happy. Yes, Ramoncita mia, for she mustbe a Christiian, and so she is happierknowing you have part of her happinessthan if she kept it all, Ohristrans arethat way. Ah, then I am satisfecha, and mealegro, me-al-e-gro, ou-y-mucho. Ah,Mas-sa-chu And the words faded into the stiU-ness of the night. The hours passed slowly away. Nowand then some little sufferer required (103) ST. LUKES HOSPITAL, PONCE the nurses care, and midniglit rolledby; the distant strokes of the Poncecity clock softly numbering the passinghours. Four oclock had oome and gone,when the little voice called out oncemore. Oarmen, dear. What will you, little one? I tell you something. Is better to wait, Eiamona, till themoming. Will it molest you if I tell younow? No, not molest, ninita, but to sleepis better. But
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