But Maria Clara colored up, and, putting her hands over Sinang’s mouth, did not allow her to finish what she had to say.
“Then, let me try it,” said Crisostomo, smiling.
He asked the question: “Will I succeed in my present undertaking?”
“You are going to get a bad answer,” exclaimed Sinang.
Ibarra threw the dice, and noting the number, they looked for the page in the little book with the corresponding answer.
“Dreams are only dreams,” read Albino.
Ibarra took out his pocket-book and opened it trembling.
“This time your book has lied,” he said, full of joy. “Read this!”
“Plan for school house approved; other matter decided in your favor.”