Let no face be kept in mind
But the fair of Rosalind."
So your Shakespeare has it, does he not?" she asked, reverting
again to the Spanish language, in which they had been talking.
But swift on the heels of her raillery came repentance. She
caught the dispirited girl to her embrace laughingly. "No, no,
child! Nonsense ripples from my tongue. These follies are but for
a carpet lover. You shall tell me more of your Senor Bucky and I
shall make no sport of it."
When Bucky returned at the expiration of the time he had set
himself, he found them with their arms twined about each other's
waists, whispering the confidences that every girl on the
threshold of womanhood has to tell her dearest friend.
"I reckon you like my pardner better than you do me," smiled
Bucky to Miss Carmencita.
"A great deal better, sir, but then I know him better."
Bucky's eyes rested for a moment almost tenderly on Frances. "I
reckon he is better worth knowing," he said.
"Indeed! And you so brave, and patient, and good?" she mocked.
"Oh! Am I all that?" asked Bucky easily.
"So I have been given to understand.
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