"All these were given her by the beautiful march‚sa for whom she was named. Many times we have been to play and dance before her pal zzo; and she, sending for us in, has given the little one a dress or a wreath, or a handful of confetti, or a silver-piece in her hand. It was when the march‚sa died that our troubles began; and in three months more the little Julietta followed her, and Steph na (that was my wife) went from me, and--But see, picciola! is it not a pretty dress? Let us put it upon you, and it shall dance the Romaika with you as it once did with her." Nothing loath, Cherry hastened, with the help of the Italian, to array herself in the pink-silk frock, and to exchange her coarse shoes for the silken hose and satin boots of the little lost Julietta. Although somewhat large, the clothes fitted better than those Cherry had taken off; and when, seizing the violin, Giovanni drew a long, warning note, the little dancer took her position, and pointed her tiny foot with so assured and graceful an air, that the Italian, nodding and smiling, cried with enthusiasm,-- "Ah, ah! See the little Taglioni! Why is she not upon the boards of La Sc la?" What this might mean Cherry could not guess, nor greatly cared to know. She understood that her friend was pleased, and her little heart beat high with vanity and excitement. She danced as she had never danced before; and at the end, while Giovanni still applauded, and before she had regained her breath, the child was panting,-- "I want to go and dance for the rich ladies, like Julietta used to do, and wear her beautiful dresses, and have a wreath." "Why not, then?" exclaimed the Italian eagerly. "Only you must never say so to the woman above there or the boy: they will not allow it." "Won't mammy and Teddy like it? Then I can't go. Oh, dear! Why won't they like it, 'Varny?" "Because they can't dance, and they don't want you to be different from them; and they will be afraid you will tire yourself. They don't know that it makes you well and happy to dance, and hear music, as it does me to make it. They are not like us, these people above there." Cherry looked earnestly in his face, and her own suddenly flushed while she replied indignantly,-- "They're real good, 'Varny; and I love them same as I do you and Pantalon. Don't you love them?" "Oh! but I adore them, picciola; and I like well that you should place me and Pantalon beside them. But surely they do not dance, or love music, as we do." Cherry shut tight her lips, and shook her head with an uneasy expression. "Mammy says she don't believe they dance in heaven: and Teddy says it wasn't there I used to learn; for I never went anywhere but to mammy's room since I was borned."