"All right. I will send for them to-day." And she managed to attract his attention to something else.
After five or six days had passed, he found that she was wearing the same ones.
"What a girl you are!" he exclaimed, in vexation.
"Don't scold me, Miguel! don't scold me!" the little wife hastened to say, throwing her arms around him, and smiling in mortification. A harsh word from Miguel was for her the severest of misfortunes.
"How can I help scolding you if you do not obey me?"
"Forgive me!"
"I am going to take your measure, and this very day bring you a pair of shoes."
"Oh no!" she said hurriedly. "Don't trouble yourself; I will send right out for some."
The reason for this was that she was afraid that her husband might buy more expensive ones than she wanted.
Miguel, on his side, likewise practised some personal economies, though he did not go to such lengths. But Maximina could not endure this. When she saw him put on a hongo and a silk handkerchief around his neck, so as to save his silk hat and the good clothes that he had, she grew vexed.