“Look out for that girl,” said Currito, “she hasn’t much sense.”
“Did anybody speak?” she asked in disgust.
“I believe the girl is suffering from jaundice.”
“My goodness! What a bad-tempered old uncle he is!” said she.
“Listen, my child,” continued Currito, “I’m going to make you a present of a sugar-plum to see if we can’t sweeten your mouth.”
“Currito, we don’t need any sugar around here,” answered the other girl easily.
“Girls! There’s no need of getting scared,” said the old woman in a gruff voice.
“I’ve left her hanging like a fresco painting, haven’t I?” Currito remarked to Quentin.
“I’ve never noticed that fresco paintings were hung.”
“He’s a fool,” explained the contemptuous girl.