Keep your eyes on the myrtle hedge that skirts the road.

I have to say this--it is not for nothing she wants to walk with you this afternoon.
She would be better fast asleep." In a few moments the kerchief and the bow were safely folded in the capacious pocket of Rachela's apron, and Isabel and Antonia were softly treading the shady walk between the myrtle hedges.

Rachela's eyes were apparently fast closed when the girls pased{sic} her, but she did not fail to notice how charmingly Isabel had dressed herself.

She wore, it is true, her Spanish costume; but she had red roses at her breast, and her white lace mantilla over her head.
"Ah! she is a clever little thing!" Rachela muttered.

"She knows that she is irresistible in her Castilian dress.