My father is beside Sor Teresa." "What fun!" she answered in a whisper.

"Let us be quick." And a moment later they were running side by side down a narrow street, where a single lamp swung from a gibbet at the corner and flickered in the wind of Saragossa.
It was Juanita who stopped suddenly.
"Oh, Marcos," she cried, "I forgot; we are not to walk home.

There is an omnibus to meet us as usual at these late services." "It will not come," replied Marcos.

"The driver is waiting to tell Sor Teresa that his horses are lame and he cannot come." "And why have you done this ?" asked Juanita, looking at him with bright eyes beneath her mantilla flying in the wind.
"Because I want to speak to you.

We can walk home to the school together.
It is all arranged.