"Quién sabe? If it is a lover I'll think he'll find she possesses spirit. Santa Maria! If all women had half as much, children, I'd bid you never marry."
"She is most generous with money," in way of defense from the second son.
"Money flies into the Spaniard's pocket, and out again. They care nothing for it. But this one," nodding to the sleeping woman, "would have killed us to-day if she had not been given her way."
"We've been calling her 'señora.' I believe we should have said 'señorita,'" came from the eldest son.
"I think so too; and I'm sure it's her lover she is going to meet out there," returned the youngest son.
"Anyway, she's very young, and very handsome."
"Handsome is that handsome does," retorted the father.
"But she makes our fortune for us; and she took the risk in coming here the same as we," reminded the middle son.
The wind spent itself finally in a few rampant whirls. The boat commenced to rock in even motion. The boys worked industriously with the baling pails.
The father took from the locker two or three fishnets. These he bunched together and placed on the bottom of the vessel near where the lady was sitting. He touched her on the shoulder. "Awake, señora. The wind has gone down, and we'll no longer ship water. I've made you quite a good bed from these fishnets. You can lie here and sleep till morning."