now and then, to rub her palm in ecstacy over the glossy surface.
"It is so be-a-u-teeful, señorita! Oh, muy hermosa!" Then she would hug herself in a transport of delight.
"More be-a-u-teeful than the dress of the Señorita Perfecta that come from El Paso." Once she stopped and looked up soberly.
"They will be ver' mad at you, señorita."
"There will be no love lost," Nan declared gaily. "They do not like me, anyway."
"They no lak Americanos," agreed Rosario gravely. "They 'fraid, yes; but, too, they hate Americanos."
It was nearly midnight when Rosario crept back to her sheepskin where she lay among the snoring Fuentes, dreaming of her coming triumph.
For a person who was dressed when she lighted her cigarette and readjusted her blanket, Mrs. Gallagher showed a surprising interest in and knowledge of clothes.
She entered into the work of remodeling Nan's frock for Rosario the next morning with a zest which slightly astonished Nan until she discovered it was due as much to a
