So Ginger came, and proved, as all the cowboys agreed, a good sort, though quite as ugly as her father.
CHAPTER VIII.
"Mariquita," said her father one day, "does Sarella ever talk to you about religion?"
Anything like what could be called a conversation was so rare between them that the girl was surprised, and it surprised her still more that he should choose that particular subject.
"She asked me if we were Catholics."
"Of course we are Catholics. You said so?"
"I didn't say 'of course,' but I said we were. She then asked if my mother had become one—on her marriage or afterwards."
Don Joaquin heard this with evident interest, and, as Mariquita thought, with some satisfaction.
"What did you say?" he inquired.