"Here, among us Jarochos, though I, her brother, say it, Lolita is
thought _muy linda_."
"She would be thought so anywhere, I should say."
"Well," proceeded the conscript, apparently pleased at my remark, "good
looks in a girl are sometimes only a misfortune to her--more especially
if she be poor, and that is just what Lola is."
"A misfortune! How?"