Sale la Linda,
Sale la fea,
Sale el enano,
Con su galea.
“The beauty comes out,
The ugly one too;
Then comes the dwarf,
With a gay halloo.”
As unstudied and inconsequent as the meaningless words of the song seemed the actions of the singer, but Feliz shook her head, and met Doña Isabel with a face that was even more serious than its wont. The problem became to her mind each day more complicated. Would the result be bitterness, and that grief most dreaded by the proud heart of Doña Isabel Garcia,—the grief and bitterness of shame?