“Look, what a lot of mischief you have done,” he said, “and Guru, where is Guru?”
Lorenzo had vanished. “He is at the bottom of it all,” said Facunda. “These poor little dears would have done no harm if he had not led them into it.”
“Guru, Guru,” cried the two babies in a duet, laying the burthen of the crime on the shoulders of their absent accomplice.
“That monkey of a boy! If I catch him here....”
Monina, whose alarm had given place to sauciness, was pulling Leon’s beard.
“Stop! little lady, you hurt,” he exclaimed.
“Tachana say,” babbled Monina. “Tachana say....”
“Well, what does Tachana say?”
“Tachana say ... you am my papa.”
“No, no,” said Leon, looking at Tachana who was sucking her fingers. “I am not your papa. Take your hand out of your mouth and tell me why you say I am your papa.”