“Oh, yes, I do! I can sing.”
“I shall be delighted to hear you sing.”
“Mama taught me,” said the little girl soberly. “She used to sing such sweet songs.”
Juan Delores had very little to say, though he lingered a while and listened to their talk. At last he said:
“I see you all right, young gentlemen. I go get da supper. Mebbe you be hungry?”
“Well,” smiled Frank, “to confess the truth, I am ravenous.”
“And I’m rather empty myself,” acknowledged Bart dryly.
“I have not much fine food,” said Delores; “but I t’ink I have somet’ing to fill you on.”
“That’s what we’re looking for, Mr. Delores,” said Merry. “You’ll not be troubled by our fastidiousness.”
“Can I help you, papa?” asked little Felicia.