"I brought Maraquilla up here and she ran away. Ungrateful little thing!"
"And you did not look for her?"
"Where was I to look? She ran away from me. This evening I will go out again and hunt her till I find her."
"No, no; do not go out," said Pablo eagerly. "She will come back, she will come of her own accord."
"She seems out of her mind."
"Does she know that I can see now?"
"I myself told her. But really I am sure she has lost her wits. She says that I am the Holy Virgin and kisses my dress."
"That shows that you have produced the same impression on her as on every one else. Nela is so sweet. Poor little girl! We must take care of her, Florentina, and be kind to her—do not you think so?"
"She is ungrateful I am afraid," said Florentina sadly.
"No, never think so. Nela could not be ungrateful. She is a good child—I am very fond of her. She must be found and brought here to me."