“I’ve nothing to do with business of any kind at present,—I am all for pleasure. That’s why I came over to help Lolita make tortillas.”
“May I stay and help you eat them?”
“You must ask Lolita.”
As Blythe was not yet very apt with Spanish he preferred his request in his own tongue and was surprised that Lolita answered him in perfectly correct English, telling him he was quite welcome. “She certainly is a beauty,” whispered the young man to Alison. “It is a pity she is a Mexican.”
“And why?” asked Alison.
“She might marry well; perhaps one of her American neighbors.”
“She has no taste for Americanos, except for our family.”
“Where did she learn English?”
“I am her teacher. She teaches me Spanish, so we can converse in either language.”
“I shouldn’t mind being her pupil.”