twenty years, then in sixty years there will be no Mexicans: only foreigners, who don’t die.”
“Oh, but figures always lie!” said Kate. “Statistics are always misleading.”
“Maybe two and two don’t make four,” said Garcia. “I don’t know if they do. But I know, if you take two away from two, it leaves none.”
“Do you think Mexico might die out?” she said to Don Ramón.
“Why!” he replied. “It might. Die out and become Americanised.”
“I quite see the danger of Americanisation,” said Owen. “That would be ghastly. Almost better die out.”
Owen was so American, he invariably said these things.
“But!” said Kate. “The Mexicans look so strong!”
“They are strong to carry heavy loads,” said Don Ramón. “But they die easily. They eat all the wrong things, they drink the wrong things, and they don’t mind dying. They have many children, and they like their children very much. But