“He don’t understand my English,” pouted the little beauty, shaking her shoulders; but, as she spoke in her own language, Scott could not understand her.
“Maria says she thanks you very much for what you have done for her; and she is very sorry she cannot make herself understood in English,” said Don Roderigue.
“I understood her perfectly,” replied Scott.
“But you told her not to mention it; and I am sure that would be very ungrateful in her.”
“I only meant that what I did was not worth the trouble of mentioning it.”
“Now say it to him again, Maria, and he will understand you,” continued her father.
“I shall thank you very much for what you have did for me,” added Maria, turning to Scott, with a mischievous twinkle in her bright eyes.
“I understand you as well as though you had been my next-door neighbor in the United States of America all your lifetime,” replied Scott, with his broad grin.
“Oh! now you spokes too much, and I can’t understand what you speaks,” chattered the maiden.
“I am happy to please you,” said Scott, measuring off the words one at a time.