"So few young men are here. Most of them have gone away and will come back Americanos when they have made money."
Mary Lee Was Snapping Her Fingers and Taking Her Steps.
"Americanos?"
"Yes. They go to Buenos Ayres, to Mexico, to Venezuela, and when they come back they do not wear any more the aldeana dress, and they are always called Americanos."
"And what are we?" Nan put the question, a little puzzled to know how she and her sister would be distinguished. If they were not Americans what could they be?
"Oh, you are Inglesas," Mercedes told her.
"Because we speak English, I suppose." Nan was not quite sure that she liked this method of classification.
"Oh, yes, that is why, certainly," returned Mercedes. "See there is a man over there wearing the Asturian cap, the old man with a long peaked cap which hangs down one side."
"And so you don't call us Americanos," Mary Lee returned to the subject, after looking at the man with the peaked cap.