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Updated: June 22, 2025
"She zay she know dthe Señorita vidth dthe pretty eyes would like dthe shaills, and dthat vas vhy she follow her in dthe church, but Señorita ees easy frighten. Señor must take gude care off her and nefer leaf her." Mrs. Steele smiles indulgently and draws out her watch. "It's time we were going," she says. "The San Miguel's lights will be all out, I'm afraid."
"My dear," remarks my quiet but observant chaperon, "I have never been able before to account for the milk in the cocoanut. I know all about it now!" I throw the shell into the water with an impatient gesture. "I know all I wish to. It's a great bother and very little gained." The Baron looks disagreeably amused, and I feel hot. "Capitan," he says to me, "vill you take dthe tiller again?"
The first sip is so cool and refreshing I greedily tip the shell to take a long draught, and the liquid runs down both sides of my mouth into my lap. The Baron insists there is an art in cocoanut tippling. "You must hold dthe mout' zo " and he illustrates, "and dthe cocoa zo." He puts it cautiously to his lips. "Now!" he says, after taking a sip, "you try!"
"Let us go to dthe Plaza; Madame and Señorita can sit down for a leedle." It is only a step, and we are soon resting on one of the semi-circular stone seats, listening to some primitive music and watching the enjoyment of the people. Mrs. Steele draws my head down on her shoulder and I shut my eyes. The Baron puts a coat over me and hums a low accompaniment to the fantastic air.
She was speechless with fright, but came on so recklessly that I began to suspect the cause of her determination. It was, in truth, behind her as my groom of the front yard soon let me know. Again the elfin face and the wiry pompadour leaned round the door-jamb "One more pupil, letty, dthe girl's modther."
I weel h-everything h-else wheech I may leave at my daith, both real and personal property, to Madame Attalie Brouillard, leevingue at Number, etc. 'I appoint my sayed fran' Camille Ducour as my testamentary executor, weeth-out bon', and grant heem dthe seizin' of my h-estate, h-and I dir-ect heem to pay h-all my juz debts. "Thus done and pass-ed," etc.
"No, I'm not proud of my French, and if mistakes must be made I would rather you made them. I meant isn't this a curious way to go to Germany, if you are tired of travel and in haste to get home?" "I lif not in Jhermany, how could you dthink " "Oh, I fancied the name was German, and " "Yes yes, dthe name, but " "And you look a little German."
"And there's not a pane of glass in the town," says Mrs. Steele, "lattices inside and wooden shutters without." "Yes, and I've noticed ever so many pairs of bright eyes peering through those lattices. Poor things!" I say feelingly, "I suppose a Mexican girl of good family must have a very stupid time." "Not in dthe slightes'," says the Peruvian with decision.
"Well, you can't stay long," is the gruff answer. "We must get away early to-morrow morning." But Baron de Bach, overhearing, says: "I tell Madame Steele ve can haf supper in dthe town. Vill you come, Señorita?" "Thanks, with pleasure, if Mrs. Steele agrees," and my spirits rise high at the prospect.
"Oh!" he says, with a comical look of dismay, "ve haf no cup; ve must drink like dthe natives," and he saws away an opening and hands the cocoanut to Mrs. Steele. She puts her lips to the shell and tastes a drop with dainty distrust. "Oh, Madame, it ees fery gude you vill like it if you drink more!" But Mrs. Steele passes it on to me.
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