“Go and tell her we have good news for her,” suggested George.
“She'll think you are jesting,” Elvira answered.
“Not if you tell her that we know what it is that Doña Josefa has against Darrell, and we'll make it all right.”
“Oh, don't deceive the poor little thing when she seems as if all her strength is already gone from her,” Elvira said.
“But we are not deceiving her,” George insisted.
“Hush! here she comes,” Elvira said, and Mercedes slowly approached them. “Come, sweet Baby, these gentlemen say they have some awful nice news for you.”
“News that the wine is good, I suppose, but I don't like wine,” she said.
“No, it isn't the wine,” George said, rising for Mercedes to take his place. “Sit down here between Darrell and myself and you shall hear all about it.”
“What is it?” Mercedes asked, looking from one to the other.
“I can't tell you, little sister, for they haven't told me,” Elvira said.