"It was in Nuncia's room, my dear; but it did not do there, because it came in the way of the bed, and so we put it here."
"It was given to Carmela when papa was alive," said Nuncita, "by a painter from Madrid who spent a few days here."
"Were you young then?" asked Paco, gravely, turning to Carmelita.
"Yes, very young."
"Was the painter famous?"
"Very."
"Then I know who it was. It was Murillo."
"No; I don't think that was his name."
"Then it was Velasquez."
"That name sounds more like it. He was a young man, very short, and very gallant. Was he not, Nuncia?"