The girl jumped up as if she had been pinched.
"What are you doing, you brute? Do you think that we are in the plantation and that I am some black wild creature?"
After looking at him for some time with angry eyes, her face cleared and her lips expanded in a sweet smile.
"Do you love me very much?"
"Of course not," said the Indian, in a teasing tone.
"Then you shall have one minute's happiness. See, I will let you give me a kiss, mind only one, and you must swear that nobody shall know about it."
The Indian made a solemn promise.
"Good! now give me the kiss here on the temple. The first and the last you will ever give me in your life. Wait a bit," she added once more jumping up. "For this kiss I am to give you fifty buffets on your purple cheeks. Do you agree to the compact?"
Garnet immediately consented. The young girl then reseated herself on his knees, and bent her head to receive the kiss.
"Good! now it is my turn!" she exclaimed with childish merriment. "Prepare to receive your buffets. What cheeks! Dios mio, how magnificent! Do you see how blue they are? Well, I am going to turn them green. Attention! One! the first. Two! the second. Three! the third. Four! Five!"