She was not more than sixteen or seventeen, and as she came in she threw back her dark hair with one hand.
"I was asleep, Uncle Ramon," she exclaimed with a light laugh, "and the good Sister had to drag me out of bed before I would wake up.

And then, of course, I thought it was a fire.

We have always hoped for a fire, you know." She was continuing to attend to her hasty dress as she spoke, tying the ribbon at the throat of her gay dressing-gown with careless fingers.
"I had not even time to pull up my stockings," she concluded, making good the omission with a friendly nonchalance.

Then she turned to look at Sor Teresa, but her eyes found instead the closed door.
"Oh!" she cried, "the good Sister has forgotten to come back with me.

And it is against the rules.