"But could poor Dick--could your papa afford it?" inquired Mrs. West, bewildered. "Sometimes--whenever he found a large gold nugget--he could," said Leonora. "We always had a little trip somewhere then. Papa was very fond of traveling." "It must have cost a great deal of money, and--weren't you afraid, my dear? I have heard--at least I have read--that there are many Indians in Virginia." "Oh, my dear aunt!" cried Leonora, amazed at such lamentable ignorance; then, in a moment, she added, kindly: "That was a great many years ago, aunt--when Christopher Columbus discovered America. There are not any Indians there now." "Oh!" said Mrs. West, relieved, and with a sudden overwhelming feeling of dense ignorance, which Leonora saw so plainly that she turned the conversation kindly back to its first channel. "But you haven't told me yet, aunt, if I may go and sketch the Abbey ruins. I suppose they are out of Lady Lancaster's jurisdiction," disdainfully. "They are not, child, for they belong to Lord Lancaster; but I don't think there can be any objection. She never goes there herself," said Mrs. West. "Then I shall go there some day and get a picture. Perhaps it may be good enough to sell. I'm going to try to help support myself, Aunt West." "You need not, my dear, for I have savings enough for us both, and you are welcome to your share," said the good soul, kindly. "I shall not touch a penny. I shall sell pictures enough to buy my dresses," said Leonora, with a confident air. "They will have to be very good ones, dear," dubiously. "I shall try to make them so," laughing. At that moment a burst of music swelled upon the air--one of Strauss's most intoxicating waltzes. Leonora's heart thrilled to the sound. "How delicious!" she cried. "It is the band. The dance has begun," cried Mrs. West. "Come, Leonora, you shall have a peep at it." "Not from the shelter of another hot china-closet, I hope," said the girl, laughing. "I am afraid of the cobwebs and the spiders." "We will find a better place this time. Put something over your head, Leonora; we shall have to go out-doors, and the dew is heavy." Leonora wound a dark veil turban fashion about her head. "Now?" she said. "Yes, that will do; come on," Mrs. West replied. They went on a little balcony shrouded in vines, from which they could peep unobserved through an undraped window into the brightly lighted ball-room. "Perhaps this will not do any better than the china-closet, after all," said Mrs. West, dubiously. "These vines are so thick, there may be bugs and spiders in them, too." Leonora, shuddering, exclaimed, "Ugh! I can feel them creeping now!" and then declared that she would stay ten minutes, anyhow. "Isn't it a pretty sight? Did you ever see anything so pretty, my love?" exclaimed Mrs. West, proudly. CHAPTER XXIII.