“Grandfather used to ride in this coach,” said Rafaela.
“It must have taken more than two horses to draw it.”
“Yes; they used eight.”
“These girls are admirably stoical,” thought Quentin.
After the stables, they saw the corrals, and the cellar, which was huge, with enormous rain-water jars that looked like giants buried in the ground.
“We can’t go in there,” said Rafaela ironically.
“Why not?”
“Because this little idiot,” and she seized her sister, “is afraid of the jars.”
Remedios made no reply; they went on; through crooked passages that were full of hiding-places, and labyrinthic corridors, until they came to a large, abandoned garden.
“Would you like to go in?” Rafaela asked Remedios.