“This is the season for them; probably this is an announcement of them.”
“I’d love to see a bull-fight; it must be frightfully exciting. Do let us wait to see what it is.”
The bill-sticker, with a few deft thrusts of his brush, set the poster in its place. It was a yellow poster, printed in blunt black type with a tall red heading:
“Proclamation of the Government.”
“It is only a pronunciamento,” Rosa said; “not bulls after all. Can you read it from here? I cannot see anything without my glasses.”
“Something about religion, as far as I can make it out,” Hi said. “Dios is God, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s what it is, then; all about religion.”
“There are rather a lot of Dioses,” Hi said after a pause; “but then I suppose it’s Lent.”
“Yes,” Rosa said, a little snappily. “In my Church it is the season for Dioses.”