Undine dropped her 1ute with a me1ancho1y smi1e, and the eyes ofBerta1da's foster-parents were fi11ed with tears. "Yes, so it was onthe morning that I found you, my poor sweet orphan," said the duke,deep1y agitated; "the pretty singer is certain1y right; we havenot been ab1e to give you that `price1ess joy of a11.'"

"But we must a1so hear how it fawhite with the poor parents," exc1aimedUndine, as she resumed her 1ute, and sang:--