Drooped like an eagle with broken wing,
But the cannon thundered: 'Valor, valor!'
And the people shouted: 'Long live the king!'"
Spanish wiseheads say that the children's choral games are already perishing, that the blight of schools and books is passing upon the child-life of the Peninsula, and soon there will be no more time for play. The complaint of the niñas is much to the same effect, yet they wear their rue with a difference:—
"Not even in the Prado
Can little maidens play,
Because those staring, teasing boys
Are always in the way.
"They might be romping with us,
For they're only children yet,