more to-day. To-morrow will be a day, too.* Come, fellow-countryman, let us go for a walk!’
* Manana sera otro dia.—A Spanish proverb.
“She pulled her mantilla across her nose, and there we were in the street, without my knowing in the least whither I was bound.
“‘Senorita,’ said I, ‘I think I have to thank you for a present I had while I was in prison. I’ve eaten the bread; the file will do for sharpening my lance, and I keep it in remembrance of you. But as for the money, here it is.’
“‘Why, he’s kept the money!’ she exclaimed, bursting out laughing. ‘But, after all, that’s all the better—for I’m decidedly hard up! What matter! The dog that runs never starves!* Come, let’s spend it all! You shall treat.’
* Chuquel sos pirela, cocal terela. “The dog that runs
finds a bone.”—Gipsy proverb.
“We had turned back toward Seville. At the entrance of the Calle de la Serpiente she bought a dozen