“But, why?”
“Yes; come on.”
“It’s just a little notion the girl has taken,” murmured Quentin.
“What business is it of yours?”
“My dear child, if you grow up like this, no one will be able to resist you.”
Remedios remained frowning by Rafaela’s side; then she saw Juan’s little dog, took it in her arms, and running to the pool, threw it into the water.
“What a creature!” said Rafaela, vexed.
They went to the pool; the dog swam to the edge and began to flounder about without being able to get out. Quentin knelt upon the ground, and stretching out his arm, lifted the little animal from the water.
“He’s shivering,” said Rafaela. “Do you see what you have done?” she added, turning to her sister—“He may die.”
Remedios, who had watched the rescue impassively, went to a corner and sat upon the ground with her face to the wall.