And now--" She paused.
"And now ?" echoed Francisco, eagerly.
"And now they say it is discovered who are my parents." "And they live ?" "Mother of God! no," said the girl, with scarcely filial piety.

"There is some one, a thing, a mere Don Fulano, who knows it all, it seems, who is to be my guardian." "But how?
tell me all, dear Juanita," said the boy with a feverish interest, that contrasted so strongly with his previous abstraction that Juanita bit her lips with vexation.
"Ah! How?
Santa Barbara! an extravaganza for children.

A necklace of lies.

I am lost from a ship of which my father--Heaven rest him--is General, and I am picked up among the weeds on the sea-shore, like Moses in the bulrushes.

A pretty story, indeed." "Oh, how beautiful!" exclaimed Francisco, enthusiastically.