Oh yes! a leetle tired of crookin' your elbow--eh?
Don't care if the school keep!--eh?
Don't want any pie! Want to go 'ome, eh ?" But here Mr.Parks rose with slight difficulty, but unflinching dignity, and leaned impressively over the table, "May I ashk--may I be permitted to arsk, madam, to what we may owe the pleasure of thish--of this--visit ?" Her face and attitude instantly changed.

Her arms dropped and caught up the mantilla with a quick but not ungraceful sweep, and in apparently a single movement she was draped, wrapped, and muffled from waist to crown as before.

With a slight inclination of her head, she said in quite another voice: "Si, senor.

I have arrive here because in your whole great town of Booki there is not so much as one"-- she held up a small brown finger--"as much as ONE leetle light or fire like thees; be-cause in this grand pueblo there is not one peoples who have not already sleep in his bed but thees! Bueno! I have arrive all the same like a leetle bird, like the small fly arrive to the light! not to YOU--only to THE LIGHT! I go not to my casa for she is dark, and tonight she have nothing to make the fire or bed.

I go not to the 'otel--there is not ONE"-- the brown finger again uplifted--"'otel in Booki! I make the 'otel--the Fonda--in my hoose manana--to-morrow! Tonight I and Sanchicha make the bed for us 'ere.