"Bueno, madre."
But no sooner is the Mother out of sight than naughty Mariquilla begins to frisk for joy, singing:—
"Mother has gone to wash.
Mother'll be gone all day.
Now can Mariquilla
Laugh and dance and play."
But the Mother returns so suddenly that Mariquilla sees her barely in time to begin a vigorous sweeping.
"'What hast been doing, Mary?'
'Sweeping with broom of brier.'
'A friar saw thee playing.'