The moment the woman saw me, she said, "_Que milagro, Senor_!" (What a miracle, sir!) and rising, gave me a warm embrace.

The little girl did the same.

"And where is Manuel ?" I inquired.

"Ah, sir, he has gone to Puebla on an errand for a gentleman; but he will be back on the street-car at half-past ten.

Pray wait, sir, till he comes." The house consisted, like most of its class, of a single room.