the world." 

"Quien sabe? Who has taught you so much about these savages?" 

"Indeed, mother, they are not savages. They are a very learned race of
men, and very pious also. Jack has many Scotch-American friends. I know
one of them very well"; and with the last words her face flushed, and
her voice fell insensibly into slow and soft inflections. 

"Jack knows many of them! That is likely. Your father would send him to
New York. All kinds of men are in New York. Fray Ignatius says they have
to keep an army of police there. No wonder! And my son is so full
of nobilities, so generous, so honorable, he will not keep himself
exclusive. He is the true resemblance of my brother Don Juan Flores.
Juan was always pitying the poor and making friends with those beneath
him. At last he went into the convent of the Bernardines and died like a
very saint.""I think our Jack will be more likely to die like a very hero. If there is any thing Jack hates, it is oppression. He would right a beggar, if he saw him wronged."

"Poco a poco! I am tired of rights and wrongs. Let us talk a little about our dresses, for there will be a gay winter. Senora Valdez assured me of it; many soldiers are coming here, and we shall have parties, and cock-fights, and, perhaps, even a bull-feast."

"Oh!" cried Isabel clapping her hands enthusiastically; "a bull-feast! That is what I long to see!"

At this moment the doctor entered the room, and Isabel ran to meet him. No father could have resisted her pretty ways, her kisses, her endearments, her coaxing diminutives of speech, her childlike loveliness and simplicity.

"What is making you so happy, Queridita?"

"Mi madre says there is perhaps to be a bullfight this winter. Holy Virgin, think of it! That is the one thing I long to see!"

With her clinging arms around him, and her eager face lifted to his for sympathy, the father could not dash the hope which he knew in his heart was very unlikely to be realized. Neither did he think it necessary to express opposition or disapproval for what had as yet no tangible existence. So he answered her with smiles and caresses, and a little quotation which committed him to nothing:

"As, Panem et 

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