"It will not come," replied Marcos. "The driver is waiting to tell Sor Teresa that his horses are lame and he cannot come."
"And why have you done this?" asked Juanita, looking at him with bright eyes beneath her mantilla flying in the wind.
"Because I want to speak to you. We can walk home to the school together. It is all arranged. My father is with Sor Teresa."
"What, all the way?" she asked in a delighted voice.
"Yes."
"And can we go through the streets and see the shops?"
"Yes, if you like; if you keep your mantilla close."
"Marcos, you are a dear! But I have no money; you must lend me some."
"Yes, if you like. What do you want to buy?"
"Oh, chocolates," she answered. "Those brown ones, all soft inside. How much money have you?"