"Where he remembered me so well, that he came back married to another."
"It is true, for I have always thought it best 'when one king is dead, to set up another.'"
"Ah Pedro! everlasting talker," said Maria getting up, "let us go."
"Yes, let us go; for the sun is as hot as if he were flying away from the clouds, and I think it will rain."
"God forbid!" exclaimed Maria, "give us the sun and wasps though they sting!"
"Why should it rain, since we are in March?" put in the muleteer.
"And don't you know, Jose" replied Uncle Pedro, "that January promised a lamb to March, but when March arrived the lambs were so fat and fine that January would not fulfil the promise? Then March was vexed and said to him,
'With three days left me of my own.
And three friend April will me loan,
I'll pat your sheep in such a state,
You'll wish you'd paid me when too late.'
"And so let us be off. Good-by, gentlemen."