and varied were the people who had fled
thither for refuge.

Chief among the busy ones there was the ebony damsel from beyond the
Zahara, whose tendency to damage Master Jim and to alarm Jim's mamma has
already been remarked on more than once. Zubby's energies were, at the
time, devoted to Paulina, in whom she took a deep interest. She had
made one little nest of a blanket for her baby Angelina, and another
similar nest for Master Jim, whose head she had bumped against the wall
in putting him into it--without awaking him, however, for Jim was a
sound sleeper, and used to bumps. She was now tearfully regarding the
meeting of Paulina with her sister Angela. The latter had been brought
to the consulate by Bacri, along with her mistress and some other
members of the Jew's household, and the delight of the two sisters at
this unexpected meeting afforded the susceptible Zubby inexpressible--we
might almost say inconceivable--joy, as was evidenced by the rising of
her black cheeks, the shutting of her blacker eyes, and the display of
her gorgeous teeth--front and back--as well as her red gums.

"Oh! I'm _so_ glad," exclaimed Angela, sitting down on a mat beside her
sister, and gazing through her tears.

"So am I, darling," responded Paulina, "and so would baby be if she were
awake and understood it."

Zubby looked as if she were on the point of awaking baby in order to
enable her to understand it; fortunately she thought better of this.

"But I'm _so_ frightened," added Angela, changing rather suddenly from a
smile to a look of horror.

"Why, dearest?" asked Paulina.

"Oh! you've no idea what awful things I have heard since I went to live
with the Jew, who is _very_ kind to me, Paulina. They said they were
going to kill the Dey."

"Who said, dear?"

"The--the people--you know. Of course I don't know who all the people
are that come to see us, and I don't like to ask; but some of them are
bad--oh, _so_ bad!" she looked appallingly solemn here--"and then
Mariano--"

"Ah! what of Mariano and Francisco and Lucien?" asked Paulina with
increasing interest, while Zubby became desperately intelligent.

"Oh, he was sent on _such_ a dangerous expedition," continued Angela,
blushing slightly, and more than slightly crying, "and when he was
coming back he was caught in the streets, and carried off to that
dreadful Bagnio, about which he has told me such awful horrors. So
Bacri told me on his return, for Bacri had tri