Have you a Spanish lexicon, or no doubt you have this in your head." "Well, I've a halting vocabulary," said the Judge.

"What's your phrase ?" "Linda put this flower on me today," said Donald, "and she said she was pleased because I said the tall, slender bush it grew on reminded me of her.

She gave me the Spanish name, but I don't know the exact significance of the decoration I am wearing until I learn the meaning of the phrase." "Try me on it," said the Judge.
"'Buena moza,'" quoted Donald.
The Judge threw back his head and laughed heartily.
"Son," he said, "you should know that from the Latin you're learning.
You should translate it instinctively.

I couldn't tell you exactly whether a Spaniard would translate 'Buena' 'fine' or 'good.' Knowing their high-falutin' rendition of almost everything else I would take my chance on 'fine.' Son, your phrase means 'a fine girl.'" Donald looked down at the flower in his buttonhole, and then he looked straight at his father.
"And only the Lord knows, Dad," he said soberly, "exactly how fine Linda-girl is.".