No father could have resisted her pretty ways, her kisses, her endearments, her coaxing diminutives of speech, her childlike loveliness and simplicity.
"What is making you so happy, Queridita ?" [1] "Mi madre says there is perhaps to be a bullfeast this winter.

Holy Virgin, think of it! That is the one thing I long to see!" With her clinging arms around him, and her eager face lifted to his for sympathy, the father could not dash the hope which he knew in his heart was very unlikely to be realized.

Neither did he think it necessary to express opposition or disapproval for what had as yet no tangible existence.

So he answered her with smiles and caresses, and a little quotation which committed him to nothing: "As, Panem et Circenses was the cry Among the Roman populace of old; So, Pany Toros! is the cry of Spain." The Senora smiled appreciatively and put out her hand.

"Pan y Toros!" she repeated.