"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm going after Jack. I've just thought it would be lovely to hide a little Moses in the bulrushes and have Miriam watching. There is a tiny pink shell on top there that will just do for a baby. It will be a mighty fine play, nicer than the other, I think, though that was crite nice, too." She went off to seek Jack.
"Seven little Indians outside the door
Three trotted off and then there were four,"
improvised Nan.
"We're not Indians, if you mean us," said Mary Lee.
Nan looked at Mr. Pinckney who laughed. "Prisms will have a spade a spade," he said. Then he turned suddenly to Miss Dolores. "I am told your father was an American, Miss Garcia; do you know anything at all about him? Where he was from, what he looked like, what was his age, or any facts at all?"
The señorita shook her head. "I know nothing except that I have his fair skin and that his hair was lighter than mine. He died before I was born, and that was a year after he married my mother."
"You do not know where they were married?"
"No, señor."