“A sorry sort of remembrance he would have of me then, reverend brother.”
“He will honor and bless thee in the end,” said the friar.
“What hath he done that calls for my intervention?” demanded Martin Alonzo, eying Diego curiously.
“Much in the past that hath been inadequately dealt with, and to-day these several things: He flouted the gardener, Fray Antonio, when he rebuked him for stepping on his melon vines; he—”
“Good cousin,” said Diego, hastily, “I did but as Fray Antonio bade me.”
“‘IT IS MY COUSIN’S SON, DIEGO? GOOD-DAY TO THEE, LAD!’”
“What did he bid thee do?” demanded Martin Alonzo.
“He bade me think twice ere I set foot to ground again, cuffing me soundly lest I should not remember his admonition.”