"All right, then show it," she returned in a pet, jumping up from the window-sill, where she had been seated.
But Gonzalo put his hand through the bars, and caught her by the dress.
"Stop."
The dress tore.
"Now you have torn my frock, do you see?"
"Well, don't go so quickly."
And succeeding in catching her by the arm, he obliged her to sit down again.
"What rough manners!" exclaimed the girl, laughing; "that must be the way bears make love."
"Do you love me?" asked Gonzalo, also laughing.
"No."