prank or wild frolic she didn't indulge in. I told her I should have liked to see her dance, only there were no castanets to be had. Instantly she seized the old woman's only earthenware plate, smashed it up, and there she was dancing the Romalis, and making the bits of broken crockery rattle as well as if they had been ebony and ivory castanets. That girl was good company, I can tell you! Evening fell, and I heard the drums beating tattoo.
"'I must get back to quarters for roll-call,' I said.
"'To quarters!' she answered, with a look of scorn. 'Are you a negro slave, to let yourself be driven with a ramrod like that! You are as silly as a canary-bird. Your dress suits your nature.[1] Pshaw! you've no more heart than a chicken.'
"I stayed on, making up my mind to the inevitable guard-room. The next morning the first suggestion of parting came from her.
"'Hark ye, Joseito,' she said. 'Have I paid you? By our law, I owed you nothing, because you're a payllo. But you're a good-looking fellow, and I took a fancy to you. Now we're quits. Good-day!'
"I asked her when I should see her again.
- ↑ Spanish dragoons wear a yellow uniform.
