"Ho, hello!" said the pedlar, in surprise. "What have we here? Isn't this the little girl of the Barco's? Isn't this Dionysio's sister?"
"Yes," replied Walter. "She lives with us now. Her grandmother is dead."
"Are you going to keep her?"
"For a while at least," replied Aunt Mary.
"That is good—for her, very good," said the pedlar, slowly. Then he added: "That child is a relation of my wife's."
"Is your wife an Indian?" asked Aunt Mary.
"Oh, yes; she is an Indian—and a very good Indian. Pretty, too, like the little girl. I would have taken the child—Dionysio knows it."
"Have you no children of your own?" asked Aunt Mary.
"No; but we would be very good to this one. Perhaps you will not like to keep her always."