her visitors, in the morning.
“You went to see your boys in the United States?” said Kate to Doña Carlota. “How were they?”
“Oh, better, thank you. They are well; that is, the younger is very delicate.”
“You didn’t bring him home?”
“No! No! I think they are better at school. Here—here—there are so many things to trouble them. No! But they will come home next month, for the vacation.”
“How nice!” said Kate. “Then I shall see them. They will be here, won’t they?—on the lake?”
“Well!—I am not sure. Perhaps for a little while. You see I am so busy in Mexico with my Cuna.”
“What is a Cuna?” said Kate; she only knew it was the Spanish for cradle.
It turned out to be a foundlings’ home, run by a few obscure Carmelite sisters. And Doña Carlota was the director. Kate gathered that Don