She didn’t really imagine that her hostess would be about so early, and she couldn’t leave—as she planned to do later in the day—without saying goodbye; but the strong, vivid sunshine seemed to call to her, and she could at least go outside and wait in the patio.The Senora, however, was already up, and waiting for her in the salon. She looked neat and elegant and reposeful, and not in the least put out by the fact that she had obviously made an effort to get up early for the benefit of her visitor. She smiled brilliantly at Caroline, and, exactly as she had done the first time she received the girl in her drawing-room, indicated a chair beside her own.‘Good morning, chiquita. You slept well?’‘Very well, thank you, senora. It was really very good of you to let me stay here again.’‘It “was” very good of me?’ The old lady’s eyebrows ascended. ‘My dear, I haven’t stopped being good yet! You do not imagine you are going back to some dreadful hotel?’‘But I must, senora.
