The younger boys listened enviously, and Arturo's Spanish love of display began to glow.

Yet he was cautious enough to put off Manuel till the next day.

Arturo went away, leaving the younger boys gazing enviously after him.

His pride was flattered.
As Arturo came into the little yard that was about his humble home, he heard tia Marta singing.

Arturo always dreaded to hear her sing, because then he was sure that some calamity had occurred.