The voice was the fat voice of the Señora. She had exerted herself sufficiently to come to the kitchen door.
"Pardon, Señora!" said Agueda. Her face expressed the astonishment that she felt. She unconsciously continued to eat the round of cassava bread.
"You are still eating?"
Agueda looked at the woman in astonishment.
"Does the Señora mean that I shall not eat the bread?" asked she.
"We do not keep a house of refreshment," said the Señora.
Agueda handed the remainder of the cassava bread to Aneta.
"I see you do not, Señora. Come, Aneta, come down to the river."
Aneta looked hesitatingly at the Señora.
"You need not mind the Señora, Aneta. She does not own you."