Her eyes were large, globular, and blue as turquoise.

Her hair of a chastened yellow, long and luxuriant; while her skin, less soft and waxen than that of her sister, presented an effusion of roseate blushes that extended along the snowy whiteness of her arms.

These, in the sun, appeared as bloodless and transparent as the tiny gold-fish that quivered in her uplifted hand.
I was riveted to the spot.

My first impulse was to retire, silently and modestly, but the power of a strange fascination for a moment prevented me.

Was it a dream?
"_Ah! que barbara! pobrecito--ito--ito_!" (Ah! what a barbarian you are! poor little thing!) "_Comeremos_." (We shall eat it.) "_Por Dios! no! echalo, Luz, o tirare la agua en sus ojos_." (Goodness! no! fling it in, Luz, or I shall throw water in your eyes.) And the speaker stooped as if to execute the threat.
"_Ya--no_," (Now I shall not), said Luz resolutely.
"_Guarda te_!" (Look out, then!) The brunette placed her little hands close together, forming with their united palms a concave surface, and commenced dashing water upon the perverse blonde.
The latter instantly dropped the gold-fish, and retaliated.
An exciting and animated contest ensued.