She covered it with kisses.

When she opened it, a curl from Jack's head fell on to her lap.

She pressed it to her heart, and then rose and laid it at the feet of her Madonna.

"She must share my joy," she said with a pathetic childishness; "she will understand it." Then, with her arm around Isabel, and the girl's head on his shoulder, they read together Jack's loving words: "Mi madre, mi madre, you have Juan's heart in your heart.

Believe me, that in all this trouble I sorrow only for you.