“They are not like each other. Doña Sol has a dark complexion. Her eyes are as black as jet—”
“That is the one I am in love with. She must have a soul of fire,” said Señor Alonso.
“Still I am not satisfied,” said the youngest.
“Nor I either,” echoed the chubby-cheeked.
“The second is Doña Luz.”
“White?”
“Yes.”
“Thunder!”
“Oh!”