the child had been named by her guardians)
had become the object of the love of the entire asylum, and of the
sisters in charge of it, in particular. She was looked up to with
respect, almost adoration, for her piety and devotion to all religious
observances; and the sisters never tired of whispering to each other,
prophesying what good works she would do during her life, led and taught
by the Virgin as she most certainly was. The parting from her was a sore
one to the sisters, more so than to Apolinaria herself, great as was her
affection for them; but, in spite of her youth, she was already filled
with her work in the new land to which she was going; and she was almost
the only one of the little group of children to look forward with joy to
the new life.

With fair winds, and under bright skies, the ship sped on her course,
and, at the end of three weeks, cast anchor in the bay before the town
of Monterey and opposite the presidio. Here the scenes enacted at their
departure from Acapulco, were repeated, with even greater animation,
although the number of people was pitifully small. It was touching to
see the eagerness with which they welcomed the newcomers, strangers
though they were; the passion with which they seized on letters from
friends in Mexico, as soon as they were distributed; the interest shown
in the news, extorted from each of the passengers, as they in turn were
questioned, of everything which had occurred in their old home and
in Spain, as well as in the rest of the world. Such was the hunger
manifested by these home-sick persons! The children aroused quite as
much interest here as they had on their departure, and with more reason,
for this was to be their future home. Boys and girls stood on the deck,
and noted everything going on. Such a little place Monterey seemed to
these young people fresh from Mexico City--some dozen houses scattered
here and there, a church, the Governor's house and the presidio, all
of adobe, and all small and insignificant. But the little town made a
pretty sight in the warm sunshine, with the bay and ocean in front, and
the hills, forest-clad, behind.

During the height of the excitement incident to unloading, Governor
Borica was seen to approach, accompanied by half a dozen soldiers from
the presidio, and a Franciscan priest, who was come from the mission,
six miles distant, to take charge of the little band of children,
until they should be placed in permanent homes. Board