"Oh, Chiquita," he said, softly, "I thought I'd NEVER find you. I've hunted everywhere."
At the tremulous intensity of his tone, she gave an uncertain laugh and flashed him a startled glance.
"Chiquita is not my name," she said, reprovingly.
"Yes, it is; it must be. I can't think of you by any other. Hasn't it been whispering at my ears ever since you said it? It has nearly driven me mad."
"Senor Antonio! I have seen you but once."
"I have seen you every day, every hour-"
"Indeed?"
"I can't see anything else. Don't you understand?"
"You forget that we have but just been introduced."
"Don't be offended; you see, I can't realize that I have found you at last. When I learned you had gone away, I thought I would surely-"