"Attract the ghost!" he echoed.

"Then you kalkilate that it's--" he stopped, insinuatingly.
Rosita brought her fan sharply over his knuckles, and immediately opened it again over her half-embarrassed face.

"I comprehend not anything to 'ekalkilate.' WILL you go, Don Fantastico; or is it for me to bring to you ?" Ezekiel flew.

He quickly found the chocolates and returned, but was disconcerted on arriving under the olive-tree to find Dona Rosita no longer in the hammock.

He turned into a by-path, where an extraordinary circumstance attracted his attention.