"Oh dear!" sighed Juanita, "to think that so many people should be troubled with poor little me!"
"We seem to have rather muddled things among us," said Jack. "But I see now what Mig Prig is aiming at. Have you heard that he is back in Saragossa?"
"Miguel back!" exclaimed Juanita; in her tone there was a hint of uneasiness. "Oh, I do hope I shall not meet him! But I won't think of him."
"He's not worth it.—I was almost forgetting. I have brought some of your trinkets from the Casa Ximenez. Will you—"
"Hark!" exclaimed Juanita, holding up her hand. There was a loud crash as of falling masonry.
"They are bombarding again," said Jack, rising. "I must hasten to my post. Good-bye, Juanita!"
"You will come and see us again when you have time?"
They both looked sympathetically at the huddled figure of Doña Teresa, who had fallen asleep in her chair.
"Poor Auntie!" said Juanita. Then, as Jack turned towards the door, she folded her mantilla about her head and dropped a low curtsy, saying demurely: "Adios, Señor!"
CHAPTER XXIII