I always hated the Madre when she laughed, and I hurried away.

In about ten minutes Ysidria reached the path where I was waiting, it

having been necessary for her to come by a circuitous trail.

"You are out early," I exclaimed.

"Yes, Aunt Ambrosia's kindness often seems unbearable, and I fly from

it; it is curious for one to run from kindness."

"Your aunt is a strange creature, I can never understand her; sometimes

I love her much, and then, without any apparent cause, I shun her as if

she bore a plague."

"I too feel so toward her, and scarcely know whether she loves me

devotedly or hates me; her laugh though is unbearable, to me, there

seems to be wickedness in it," replied Ysidria, "though I should not

talk ill of her, for she is very kind, making me many little sweets and

pasties, and there is one sweet drop of which she is very choice, never

giving me more than one at a time. I have nearly grown into the habit of

taking them each morning before breakfast, and I feel very wretched if I

miss one. You must try them, and shall, if I can persuade Aunt Ambrosia

for an extra drop; I think she will for you though."

"We have been talking, Madre Moreno and I, and I have proposed that you

shall go to Mexico or Santa Clara to have an oculist examine your eyes,

for indeed I fear there is something which should be looked to at once.

We would all hate to have your beautiful eyes, Ysidria, never reflect

our faces more."

We had by this time reached the old ruin, and turned, as if of one

accord, toward the spot.

"Yes, Señor Carlos," said Ysidria, as we dismounted, "every word of

praise I hear about my eyes, seems like mockery to me; I, myself, am

frightened at their strange changes, and fear that I shall soon be

blind."

"Then why not go at once to Santa Clara? It is your only hope. Why not

go to-morrow?" I asked, as I took her hand in mine.

"That cannot be; I am not able, nor is Aunt Ambrosia, to allow of the

expense. I must be content to see while I may, and then live on with the

remembrance of your kind faces ever before me."

"Ysidria, do not despond; let me help you; it has been my dream for the

past year. Will you be my wife?"

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