Concha got up rather unwillingly, and fetched the little low chair which formed Juana’s sole article of furniture, save the one bed.
“I don’t disturb you?” said Kate.
“No, Niña, you are a friend of Don Ramón, verdad?”
“Yes,” said Kate.
“And we—we are reading the Hymns.”
“Yes?” said Kate.
“The Hymns of Quetzalcoatl,” said Ezequiel, in his barking young voice, with sudden bravado.
“Do go on! May I listen!”
“You hear! The Niña wants to listen. Read, Julio, read! Read then.”
They all sat down once more on the ground, and Julio sat down by the lamp, but he hung his head, hiding his face in the shadow of his big hat.