"Well, I'll not tell her until I have to." The woman turned around and called to some one in the other room and another figure appeared in the door that of a girl some fifteen years of age. "Look, Peppita," and the elder woman pointed at Adrian. The girl gave a little scream. "Madre mia!" she exclaimed. "Who is it?" "I know not, my child.
"The wife of Leocadio would not turn a lame dog out, much less a lame boy." "Mil gracias, señora!" exclaimed Adrian, with much gratitude. "Yes, more than a thousand thanks. You will never regret it." "The wife of Leocadio is not learned," was the reply, "but she knows an honest youth when she sees one. Come, Peppita, let the young man go to sleep. We will make our bed out here."