Very slowly, and in low tones Tachana made answer:
“My mamma say you am.”
Monina, who was a merry little soul and who when she had got an idea into her head stuck to it and repeated it, burst into shouts of laughter, clapping her hands and kicking with delight as if her feet had a language of their own, and repeated again twenty or thirty times:
“You am my papa. You am my papa....”
Facunda turned to leave the room saying to herself:
“Why, it is as clear as day; I did not need the child to tell me that.”
“Señora Facunda,” said Leon. “The nurse may leave the children. I will take them home.”