“Thou shouldst have thought of all that before,” said the friar, feeling a pity for Diego that he would not betray, because he believed the mischievous lad needed a severe lesson.
“You do not know my cousin,” said Diego, mournfully.
“‘Tis plain thou dost,” said Fray Bartolomeo.
“The flogging he would give me I care little for,” said Diego.
“Be not too sure; his arm is not that of ‘old Bartolomeo.’”
“‘TUT!’ SAID THE FRIAR, TAKING DIEGO BY THE COLLAR AND LEADING HIM AWAY.”
“If I said ‘old Bartolomeo,’” said Diego, cajolingly, “you must believe it was said with affection. Don’t you know how we sometimes say old when we wish to use a term of endearment?”
Fray Bartolomeo smiled on the other side of his face, but turned a grim eye on Diego.