CHAPTER IV
A STRANGER VISITS SEÑOR MENDOZA
"Papacito mine, I'm all ready for the party this evening. My maids have just finished with me. What do you think of me?"
The Señorita Carmelita pirouetted into her father's sitting room, stood on one foot, then on the other, finally turning completely around.
"Papacito, what do you think of me?" she asked again.
The father knit his brows in pretended deep consideration.
"Hurry! Hurry, papacito! Really I can't wait any longer, I'm so anxious to know."
"My child, you make me think of a very pretty, very dainty wild flower."
"Just a flower, papacito?" in mock disappointment.
"Well, a flower with laughing eyes, splendid hair, and white plumage," pointing to her dress.