“And who has had the best so far?”
“Maria Clara!” cried Sinang. “We made her ask whether her lover is constant and true, and the book said——”
But Maria, all blushes, put her hand over Sinang’s mouth.
“Give me the ‘Wheel’ then,” said Crisóstomo, smiling. And he asked:
“Shall I succeed in my present undertaking?”
“What a stupid question!” pouted Sinang.
The corresponding answer was found in the book. “‘Dreams are dreams,’” read Albino.
Ibarra brought out his telegram and opened it, trembling.
“This time your wheel lies!” he cried. “Read!”
“‘Project for school approved.’ What does that mean?” they asked.