“Don’t whistle, please.”
“I’ll shut you up in the dark room. We’ve had two days this week without our lessons. If you don’t learn any more than that, you’ll be a little donkey.... Just about as clever as Pajarito.”
“No!” exclaimed the little girl, stamping her foot.
“Yes, yes,” said Rafaela, smiling.
“No.”—And throwing her arms about her sister’s neck, Remedios climbed into her lap.
“I believe you have lost your moral strength,” Quentin said to her.
“Yes; I think so too,” added Rafaela.
Safe in her sister’s lap, Remedios began to chatter, while Rafaela patted her like a baby. She told several stories in which Pajarito, Juan and the genet appeared.
“What a little story-teller you are!” said Rafaela, laughing.