Only a suchil flower, Antonia, that--I--wore--at--my--breast--last--night." "Whom did you give it to, Iza ?" Iza hesitated, moved her chair close to Antonia, and then hid her face on her sister's breast.
"But this is serious, darling.

Surely you did not give it to Senor Houston ?" "Could you think I was so silly?
When madre was talking to him last night, and when I was singing my pretty serenade, he heard nothing at all.

He was thinking his own thoughts." "Not to Senor Houston?
Who then?
Tell me, Iza." "To--Don Luis." "Don Luis! But he is not here.

He went to the Colorado." "How stupid are you, Antonia! In New York they did not teach you to put this and that together.

As soon as I saw Senor Houston, I said to myself: 'Don Luis was going to him; very likely they have met each other on the road; very likely Don Luis is back in San Antonio.