"Well, it appears so to me!" said the doctor with a sigh. "What are you laughing at, you little witch?" added he, turning towards the waiting maid, who, in fact, was laughing with all her might.
"Pay no attention to that wild girl, doctor; you know she is but a child," the young lady said, with a pleasing smile.
"I have always told you, Doña Luz," persisted the doctor, knitting his large eyebrows, and puffing out his cheeks, "that that little girl is a demon, to whom you are much too kind, and who will end by playing you an evil turn some of these days."
"Ooouch! the wicked picker up of pebbles!" the quadroon said with a grin, in allusion to the doctor's mania for collecting stones.
"Come, come, peace!" said the general, "has today's journey fatigued you much, my dear niece?"
"Not exceedingly," the young lady replied, with a suppressed yawn; "during nearly a month that we have been travelling I have become accustomed to this sort of life, which, I confess, at the commencement, I found painful enough."
The general sighed, but made no reply. The doctor was absorbed by the care with which he was classifying the plants and stones which he had collected during the day.
The half-breed girl flew about the tent like a bird, occupied in putting everything in order that her mistress might want.
We will take advantage of this moment of respite to sketch the portrait of the young lady.
Doña Luz de Bermudez was the daughter of a younger sister of the general.