After they had exchanged greetings with the woman at the house, Florence asked about the milk and corn, explaining their reason for wanting them.
“Poor little boy,” the woman exclaimed. “I give you some milk to take to him. It is not the kind of milk you get—it’s goat’s milk.”
Florence explained her answers to Jo Ann, adding, “That’ll suit Pepito better, anyway. He’s probably never tasted cow’s milk.”
After the woman had filled the bucket and had given them several ears of corn, they started off toward the cave.
As they neared the cave opening, Florence remarked, “The family’s here this time. I smell food cooking. I’m glad we brought that down last night, aren’t you?”
Jo Ann nodded an emphatic assent.
In a few more moments they stepped into the entrance of the cave.
The mother looked up quickly, then smiled broadly as she recognized the girls. “Ah, good morning, friends.”
“How’s Pepito this morning?” Florence asked a moment later.
“Much better.” Her face was beaming. “He ate much of the food that you brought.”