and brown-black bars, and with a heavy red fringe.
“This?” he said. “We wove it here.”
“And did you make the sandals too?”
“Yes! They were made by Manuel. Later I will show you.”
“Oh, I should like to see!—They are beautiful, don’t you think, Doña Carlota?”
“Yes! Yes! It is true. But whether beautiful things are wise things, I don’t know. So much I don’t know, Señora. Ay, so much!—And you, do you know what is wise?”
“I?” said Kate. “I don’t care very much.”
“Ah! You don’t care!—You think Ramón is wise, to wear the peasants’ clothes, and the huaraches?” For once Doña Carlota was speaking in slow English.
“Oh, yes!” cried Kate. “He looks so handsome!—Men’s clothes are so hideous, and Don Ramón looks so handsome in those!” With the big hat poised