“Yes, Señora—from the Señoritas Romera,” said the young Galician.
“Come here, let me see. Perhaps it is something that requires immediate attention.”
But no sooner had she torn open the envelope than she burst into a laugh.
“How crazy I am! Without my glasses—Here, child, read it you.”
Rogelio unfolded the missive and began in a pompous voice:
“High and mighty and most tormented lady: if your beauty——”
“See, child; have sense and read what is set down there; there is a terrible draught and the rheumatism in my joints won’t allow me to stand here listening to nonsense.”
In his natural tone of voice Rogelio read as follows:
“Most respected friend: Esclavita Lamas, the bearer, will inform you of the favor she desires; all we can say is that during the time she was with us, she was most exemplary in her conduct and fulfilled her duties faithfully; so much so that we are very sorry to lose her, as we have no fault to find with her; quite the contrary.
“Your old and affectionate friends,