But she drew her knife, the cat, and I had none." "You must be careful, Betty," said Margaret, "lest some of these heathen folk should do you a mischief." "Not they," she answered; "they are afraid of me.

Why, the other day I bundled one of them, whom I found listening at the door, head first down the stairs.

She complained to the marquis, but he only laughed at her, and now she lies abed with a plaster on her nose.

But tell me your tale." "We climbed the tower," said Margaret, "and from its topmost room looked out through the windows that face south at all the mountains and the plain over which they dragged us from Motril.

Presently the priest, who had gone to the north wall, in which there are no windows, and entered some recess there, came out with an evil smile upon his face, and whispered something to the marquis, who turned to me and said: "'The father tells me of an even prettier scene which we can view yonder.