"Would you like to come to San Isidro some time, El Rey?" she asked.
"Does Roseta ever come there?" asked the child.
"She has never been yet, but she may come some day," answered Agueda, with that merciful deceit which keeps hope ever springing in the breast.
Aneta stooped down towards the floor.
"Have you anything to play with, El Rey?" she asked.
"El Rey has buttons. El Rey has a book that the Señor at Palmacristi gave him, but he is tired of those. When will Roseta come?"
Agueda turned away.
"I cannot bear it," she said.
El Rey looked at her curiously.