The eldest of the three then helped in arranging their baskets in the rack, but the middle sister took motherly charge of the youngest, whom she at once explained to us as enferma. She was the prettiest girl of the conventional Spanish type we Lad yet seen: dark-eyed and dark-haired, regular, but a little overfull of the chin which she would presently have double.
This man jabbered with animation and so much seriousness that it seemed a pity that his words were to be wasted. Dr. Gregg felt his pulse. "You sick?" he inquired. "Mi mujer esta enferma en la casa," said the man, thus endeavouring to convey the news, in the only language open to him, that his wife lay ill in her palm-thatched hut.
I swear I can't take much more of this without some relief. El dolor esta desmasiado. Por favor compreme unos asprina a la 7-11 convenience tienda." She closed her eyes. Words were arduous feats. "Esta usted enferma otra vez?" "Yeah, sick again. I thought you were on vacation. No desea ir el vacaciones?" "Purse. La otra noche perdi mi monedero."