l three started once more for
Boston.

They took rooms at the United States Hotel and prepared for a long stay.
Camilla's return and reappearance in our streets was not happy. They
arrived on Saturday and the next day having nothing in particular to do
Camilla took aunt Caroline's hand and they went out for a little walk.
The streets, so strangely quiet in their foreign eyes, seemed dull and
they walked on thinking they might come to some garden or pleasure
ground where the people would be listening to a band, drinking coffee
and making merry in a proper manner.

They could not find the place. The stores were all closed and it seemed
very stupid and gloomy. They would return to their hotel. It was down
this street No. It was that way. Which way was it? The streets were so
very crooked that really they were quite lost.

They stopped a gentleman and said as best they could--"Unated Statis
Hotel?" He did not seem to understand and passed on. Then they tried a
lady and repeated the words "Unated Statis Hotel?" The lady talked about
something but they could not understand a single word. Again and again
they stopped people on the walk and repeated the strange words. Every
one shook his head or talked rapidly about things they could not
understand and not one could show the way to the "Unated Statis Hotel."

Poor Camilla began to cry with the cold and they were having a sorry
time of it. They met an Irish servant girl going home from church. They
repeated the words to her and the quick witted girl soon led them back a
few steps and showed them the great brick block with its gilded sign
"United States Hotel."

Now it was that we became familiar with Camilla's face in our streets.
Her black felt hat and long dark green plume that was at once so
singular and so very becoming, her big blue eyes with the sly twinkle in
them, the smiling mouth and sweet tempered expression of her face won
unusual attention and admiration. Children in the streets said "there
goes Camilla Urso," and ran after her to see the pretty French girl who
had come to live among us. Traditions of her girlhood days are still
treasured up in many Boston families and pleasant stories are told of
this part of her life. She here grew in mind and stature and she was no
longer little Camilla but Mademoiselle Camilla Urso.

The first concert with the Germanias was given on the evening of
December 11th, and from that time there was a brief space of financial
happ