"May I go with you?" she asked.
"Of course, if you want to. Come on."
So together they trotted out of the house and off to market.
Inez looked about her with wide-open eyes, for her visits to the market, especially in the early morning, had been very rare.
"See what a lot of donkeys standing over there," said the little girl, pointing across the street.
"Yes; they belong to the fruit-sellers you see here. The animals stand there all day long, and at night, when their masters and mistresses have sold all their stock, they ride home on the backs of the donkeys. Some of them go many miles into the country, too."
But other sights soon attracted Inez's attention, and the donkeys were forgotten.
Many of the buyers were women cooks dressed in red and yellow and green and bright colours of all sorts. They made the place look very brilliant.
Soon, however, Vasco had done his errands and with Inez hurried home for breakfast.
Sometimes, in the evening, Vasco would go out with his mother and Inez and little Carlos.