We lives there in fine house weeth mooch flowers, yoh not so moch as lif' one finger for work, querida mia.

Yoh theenk I not be trus', me, Ramon what loves yoh ?" "No hurt for swears what I tells," Annie-Many-Ponies stepped back from him a pace, distrust creeping into her voice.
"All right." Ramon moved nearer.

"So I make oath, perhaps you make oath also! Me, I theenk yoh perhaps not like for leave Luck Leensay--I theenk perhaps yoh loves heem, yoh so all time watch for ways to please! So I swear, then yoh mus' swear also that yoh come for-sure.

That square deal for both--si ?" Annie-Many-Ponies hesitated, a dull ache in her breast when Ramon spoke of Luck.

But if her heart was sore at thought of him, it was because he no longer looked upon her with the smile in his eyes.