| GIRALDA TOWER, SEVILLE |
AN OLD RED CAPE
Morning came. Pilar attended her sick grandfather and made him comfortable in his bed. He did not speak to her. He seemed to want to doze all the time.
She went into her room and knelt down beside the wooden chest. She must go now and sell one of the treasures. Which one should it be?
She took out each in turn and looked at them. All were so precious—parts of her mother's life. Here was an old pair of castanets, scarred and battered, not so pretty as the beautiful comb, the handsome clock, the embroidered bonnet, or—
Perhaps she would sell those ugly castanets. And yet—just look at this old red cape! Like a bullfighter's cape, only small and faded and torn—surely the least interesting and attractive of her treasures. She took it into her grandfather's room.
| STREET OF THE SERPENTS |