“Not a bad idea,” Florence replied. “Jo, take him back and show him how to use the soap.”
Jo Ann’s eyes stretched to their widest. “Show him how to use soap! What do you mean?”
“He’s probably never seen toilet soap before.”
“Gracious! To think of an American boy living like that—not even having seen toilet soap!”
After she had demonstrated to Carlitos how to wash his hands with soap, she watched almost unbelievingly his evident delight in the white foamy suds and its magic effect.
“I’ve got to get that boy back to civilization. Something must be done right away,” she told herself.
As soon as he had finished, they hurried back to the porch, and Florence placed the blindfold on Carlitos. As he started toward the piñata Pepito called eagerly, “Hit it hard, Carlitos—very hard!”
With almost uncanny accuracy, Carlitos neared the piñata, then struck out vigorously.
There was a crashing sound as the pottery vessel cracked open and the contents scattered over the floor.
Carlitos jerked the blindfold off, while the children uttered little squeals of mingled excitement and delight.