You had better take your siesta now, child, to be bright for dinner.

I expect a visitor this afternoon--Dr.West." "Again! What will Pereo say, little mother ?" "Pereo," said the widow, sitting up again in her hammock, with impatience, "Pereo is becoming intolerable.

The man is as mad as Don Quixote; it is impossible to conceal his eccentric impertinence and interference from strangers, who can not understand his confidential position in our house or his long service.

There are no more mayordomos, child.

The Vallejos, the Briones, the Castros, do without them now.