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Drowsily, Myra opened her eyes, awakened by the clatter made by Madre

Dolores as she set down a tray on which was a breakfast of coffee and

rolls by her bedside

"Buenos dias, señorita," said Dolores, as Myra, unable to realise for a

few moments where she was, blinked at her sleepily and dazedly

"Buenos dias," repeated Myra ,'" she added to herself, stretching

luxuriously and yawning "I wonder where the lish?"

And then the mists of sleep lifted suddenly as she sat up in bed and

she re her curiously,

wondered why the English señorita blushed furiously, wondered what she

could have said to cause the fair señorita such obvious e I have said which caused her to blush,"

reflected the old wo that I saw theof so that happened afterwards"

Dolores was not so wide of the ht that had brought the burning blush to Myra's

cheeks, and the thought of the interpretation the old woht have

put on what she had seen and heard

"Just as well, perhaps, that she does not understand English, as she