“Yes, they are delightful,” agreed Florence. “Señor Rodriguez, the lawyer Daddy told you about, has one of the most beautiful patios in his house that I’ve ever seen. You’ll enjoy seeing it when we go over to see his library. I’ve wished many times that our house had a patio.”
“I’ve been wondering why it doesn’t, since all the other old houses have them. There’s something strange about the way your house is built. I believe when we solve the mystery of that queer little window, we’ll find out some interesting things about the rest of the house.”
“Is that the cathedral and the Plaza already?” asked Peggy in surprise just then. “How did we get here so soon? I’ve had such a wonderful time that it seems that we’ve only started.”
“May I ask a favor, Florence?” asked Jo Ann as they drove up before the house. “Let’s drive down that street back of your house before we go in.”
“Why—I—I don’t think——” began Florence stammeringly, then stopped, hardly knowing what to say.
“You said we couldn’t walk down there, didn’t you?—and I do so want to see it,” Jo Ann urged.
After talking to Felipe a few moments Florence answered with a half-apologetic smile, “Felipe says mañana he’ll take us.”
“Mañana?” repeated Jo Ann. “Oh, you mean tomorrow?”
“Yes, it’s too late now.”
Jo Ann turned to Felipe, who was opening the door for them. “Por favor, Felipe,” she begged.