Order them to assist." "I shall tell Margarita to bake many little cakes," cried Teresita, riding up between her father and Dade, that she might assist in the planning.

"And madre mia will give me coffee and sugar for the pretty senora.

So soft is her voice, like one of my pigeons! And her hair is more beautiful than the golden hair of our Blessed Lady at Dolores.
Oh, if the Blessed Virgin would make me as beautiful as she, and as gentle, I should--I should finish the altar cloth immediately, which I began two years ago!" "Thou art well enough as thou art," comforted her father, trying to hide his pride in her under frowning brows, and to sterilize the praise with a tone of belittlement.
"I love that pretty senora," sighed Teresita, turning in the saddle to glance wistfully back at the meager little camp.

"She shall have the black puppy Rosa gave me when last I was at the Mission San Jose.

But I hope," she added plaintively, like the child she was at heart, "she will make that big, ugly beast they called Tige be kind to her; and the milk must be warm to the finger when Chico is fed.