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〃But I'll not go；〃 she said viciously。
〃Go where？〃 asked the boy。
〃Oh； where？〃 she echoed； impatiently。 〃Hear me； Francisco； thou
knowest I am； like thee； an orphan； but I have not； like thee； a
parent in the Holy Church。 For； alas；〃 she added； bitterly； 〃I am
not a boy； and have not a lovely voice borrowed from the angels。 I
was； like thee； a foundling； kept by the charity of the reverend
fathers； until Don Juan； a childless widower； adopted me。 I was
happy； not knowing and caring who were the parents who had
abandoned me； happy only in the love of him who became my adopted
father。 And now〃 She paused。
〃And now？〃 echoed Francisco； eagerly。
〃And now they say it is discovered who are my parents。〃
〃And they live？〃
〃Mother of God！ no；〃 said the girl； with scarcely filial piety。
〃There is some one； a thing； a mere Don Fulano； who knows it all；
it seems； who is to be my guardian。〃
〃But how？ tell me all； dear Juanita；〃 said the boy with a feverish
interest； that contrasted so strongly with his previous abstraction
that Juanita bit her lips with vexation。
〃Ah！ How？ Santa Barbara！ an extravaganza for children。 A
necklace of lies。 I am lost from a ship of which my fatherHeaven
rest himis General； and I am picked up among the weeds on the
sea…shore； like Moses in the bulrushes。 A pretty story； indeed。〃
〃Oh； how beautiful！〃 exclaimed Francisco； enthusiastically。 〃Ah；
Juanita； would it had been me。〃
〃THEE！〃 said the girl bitterly；〃thee！ No！it was a girl wanted。
Enough； it was me。〃
〃And when does the guardian come？〃 persisted the boy； with
sparkling eyes。
〃He is here even now； with that pompous fool the American alcalde
from Monterey； a wretch who knows nothing of the country or the
people； but who helped the other American to claim me。 I tell
thee； Francisco； like as not it is all a folly； some senseless
blunder of those Americanos that imposes upon Don Juan's simplicity
and love for them。〃
〃How looks he； this Americano who seeks thee？〃 asked Francisco。
〃What care I how he looks；〃 said Juanita； 〃or what he is？ He may
have the four S's； for all I care。 Yet；〃 she added with a slight
touch of coquetry； 〃he is not bad to look upon； now I recall him。〃
〃Had he a long moustache and a sad； sweet smile； and a voice so
gentle and yet so strong that you felt he ordered you to do things
with out saying it？ And did his eye read your thoughts？that very
thought that you must obey him？〃
〃Saints preserve thee； Pancho！ Of whom dost thou speak？〃
〃Listen； Juanita。 It was a year ago； the eve of Natividad； he was
in the church when I sang。 Look where I would； I always met his
eye。 When the canticle was sung and I was slipping into the
sacristy； he was beside me。 He spoke kindly； but I understood him
not。 He put into my hand gold for an aguinaldo。 I pretended I
understood not that also； and put it into the box for the poor。 He
smiled and went away。 Often have I seen him since； and last night；
when I left the Mission； he was there again with Father Pedro。〃
〃And Father Pedro； what said he of him？〃 asked Juanita。
〃Nothing。〃 The boy hesitated。 〃Perhapsbecause I said nothing of
the stranger。〃
Juanita laughed。 〃So thou canst keep a secret from the good father
when thou carest。 But why dost thou think this stranger is my new
guardian？〃
〃Dost thou not see； little sister？ he was even then seeking thee；〃
said the boy with joyous excitement。 〃Doubtless he knew we were
friends and playmatesmay be the good father has told him thy
secret。 For it is no idle tale of the alcalde； believe me。 I see
it all！ It is true！〃
〃Then thou wilt let him take me away；〃 exclaimed the girl bitterly；
withdrawing the little hand he had clasped in his excitement。
〃Alas； Juanita； what avails it now？ I am sent to San Jose； charged
with a letter to the Father Superior； who will give me further
orders。 What they are； or how long I must stay； I know not。 But I
know this： the good Father Pedro's eyes were troubled when he gave
me his blessing； and he held me long in his embrace。 Pray Heaven I
have committed no fault。 Still it may be that the reputation of my
gift hath reached the Father Superior； and he would advance me。〃
And Francisco's eyes lit up with youthful pride at the thought。
Not so Juanita。 Her black eyes snapped suddenly with suspicion；
she drew in her breath； and closed her little mouth firmly。 Then
she began a crescendo。
Mother of God！ was that all？ Was he a child； to be sent away for
such time or for such purpose as best pleased the fathers？ Was he
to know no more than that？ With such gifts as God had given him；
was he not at least to have some word in disposing of them？ Ah！
SHE would not stand it。
The boy gazed admiringly at the piquant energy of the little figure
before him； and envied her courage。 〃It is the mestizo blood；〃 he
murmured to himself。 Then aloud； 〃Thou shouldst have been a man；
'Nita。〃
〃And thou a woman。〃
〃Or a priest。 Eh； what is that？〃
They had both risen； Juanita defiantly； her black braids flying as
she wheeled and suddenly faced the thicket； Francisco clinging to
her with trembling hands and whitened lips。 A stone； loosened from
the hillside； had rolled to their feet； there was a crackling in
the alders on the slope above them。
〃Is it a bear； or a brigand？〃 whispered Francisco； hurriedly；
sounding the uttermost depths of his terror in the two words。
〃It is an eavesdropper；〃 said Juanita； impetuously； 〃and who and
why； I intend to know；〃 and she started towards the thicket。
〃Do not leave me； good Juanita；〃 said the young acolyte； grasping
the girl's skirt。
〃Nay； run to the hacienda quickly； and leave me to search the
thicket。 Run！〃
The boy did not wait for a second injunction； but scuttled away；
his long coat catching in the brambles； while Juanita darted like a
kitten into the bushes。 Her search was fruitless； however； and she
was returning impatiently when her quick eye fell upon a letter
lying amidst the dried grass where she and Francisco had been
seated the moment before。 It had evidently fallen from his breast
when he had risen suddenly； and been overlooked in his alarm。 It
was Father Pedro's letter to the Father Superior of San Jose。
In an instant she had pounced upon it as viciously as if it had
been the interloper she was seeking。 She knew that she held in her
fingers the secret of Francisco's sudden banishment。 She felt
instinctively that this yellowish envelope； with its red string and
its blotch of red seal； was his sentence and her own。 The little
mestiza had not been brought up to respect the integrity of either
locks or seals； both being unknown in the patriarchal life of the
hacienda。 Yet with a certain feminine instinct she looked
furtively around her； and even managed to dislodge the clumsy wax
without marri