Smiling, Florence pointed to the scattered sweets. “Go get them!” she exclaimed.
The children needed no more urging. Straightway they began scurrying about, their black eyes shining with delight as they picked up the candy and cakes and tasted them. With their usual unselfishness they took some of them over to their mothers and the grandmother.
Just then Jo Ann noticed José leaning against a near-by tree, a pleased expression on his face as he watched the children’s fun. “Come on and get some dulces,” she called to him.
Smiling, he came over to the porch and took the sweets Jo Ann offered.
While both the older people and the children were enjoying the treat, Jo Ann went out to examine the huge bags of charcoal that almost completely covered the small burro. She laughed aloud as she noticed that only his ears and his feet were visible.
“It’s a good thing that charcoal’s light, or that burro’d never be able to get to town with that load,” she thought.
When she went back to the porch she told José, chiefly by gestures, that she was glad he had made so much charcoal. “When are you going to take it to the village to sell?” she asked him.
“Mañana in the mañana,” he replied.
“That means early in the morning, doesn’t it?” she asked Florence.
Florence nodded.