Every one laughed, for the scented water was running down all over his face and dripping off the end of his nose. Soon the guests looked as if they had silver and gold hair, so many of the paper cascarones had been broken on their heads.
By and by all the eggs were gone. Donna Maria saw Shecol sitting in the window.
“Run and get some napkins and some water,” she called to him.
“Come, Yappa,” he said, jumping down from the window and holding up his arms to help his sister. They ran to the kitchen and came back loaded. Putsha helped them carry in the pails of water.
As soon as the guests inside saw the water, they gave a shout. They dipped the napkins in the water and began to slap each other with the wet napkins.
Antonio, one of the men, slipped out and came back with a glass tumbler, and after that when any one slapped him with a napkin he threw a tumbler of water at him. By and by he threw a tumbler of water squarely in the face of Pedro. Pedro seized the bucket of water and threw the whole of it over Antonio. Everybody in the room laughed at Pedro and Antonio, and the water-throwing stopped.
By this time every one was tired, so they rested a little. Then the musicians started to play, and the real dance began.
Putsha and Shecol and Yappa went to bed soon after the dancing began, but the Spaniards danced until morning.
THE SHEEP-SHEARING
“HOW hot I am!” said Shecol to Yappa, taking off his big hat and fanning himself with it.