"Now," said Mercedes, "if you can stand the walk, I should like to show you my favorite view. It is a long climb, Cousin Dolores, but Antonio said he would meet us with the cart at the foot of the last hill and he will help you up to the top."
With this prospect Miss Dolores decided to undertake the walk. It was a long one, but it was worth the effort to see from the top of the high hill seven villages nestled at the foot of the mountains on one side, and a semicircle of sea on the other.
"I never beheld anything more glorious," cried Nan enthusiastically. "We have, of course, some greater and more magnificent scenery on our Pacific coast, but this is unique. To see half the world mountains and half sea from the top of a hill not a mile from home is not vouchsafed everybody."
"I knew you would like," said Mercedes well pleased. "I think there is no finer view in all Asturias."
At the foot of the hill they found Neddy and the cart, and went home joyously, taking turns in the cart to spare Neddy.
It was rather late when they passed by the plaza in the centre of the village, and here they saw that something was going on, for a man was setting up two poles, and some paraphernalia near by suggested that he had intentions in other directions.
"A comedia!" cried Antonio.
Nan looked at Mercedes questioningly.
"A comedia, a little drama on the plaza to-night. We must all come to it, all of us."
"Is there a tent, or what?"