“Nonsense; nonsense, man. Now I am afraid of your reason. She is very much of a child. See how soundly she sleeps, and the glow of health upon her cheeks,” the Governor replied lightly, notwithstanding the fact that he felt slightly annoyed by the strange actions of his man, as well as his remarks concerning the child.
“She may be a child, your Honor, but she prophesies. And I am afraid of people of her size, who make prophecies that come true.”
“Explain yourself, Juan, explain yourself; do not talk in riddles. What did the child prophesy?”
“It was this way, your Honor. You remember I carried her in my arms from the carriage into the house, when you and her came home from the banquet last night?”
“I certainly do,” assented Governor Lehumada; “also how surprised you were to find her wide-awake, instead of sound asleep.”
“I was, your Honor; but was more surprised when she whispered in my ear, and said: ‘Juan, I saw the “Plunger from Kansas” to-night.’”
“‘Who is he?’ I asked.
“‘Have you not heard of him, Juan?’
“‘No,’ I said. ‘Does he plunge in a Kansas river?’
“‘Oh, how stupid. No, he does not plunge at all now. He made a big plunge about one hundred and fifty years ago—but not in a river—oh, no, not in a river. You are a funny man, Juan; but then, you do not remember.’