"It is true--Yes I see the fields full of flowers--I see the white cat--The child is not there--Where is it, Luis?"
"It is in my house waiting to play with you. We are very near now. Go to sleep."
"Yes, Luis, I am going to sleep. You tell me to, don't you? I ought to obey you because I am your daughter. I am cold. Hold me tighter."
He pressed her closer and closer to his breast. Josefina slept at last. The carriage rolled along the deserted road, past the fields lighted by the light of the moon. The wind moaned in the distance. The trees began to wave their branches.
Luis bent his head to wake the child, but on giving her a kiss, he felt the coldness of death. He raised her quickly, he shook her violently several times as he called her loudly:
"Josefina! Daughter! daughter! daughter! Wake up!"
The fair head of the child fell from one side to the other like a lily with a broken stem.
[C] One of the Spanish military orders formed to wage war against infidels.
[G] The officer who collects the king's revenue.
[J] _Lapiz_, a black stone. He meant to say _apice_, the smallest part.
[K] An old-fashioned dance still in vogue in Galicia and Asturias. One chants a song, and the others join in the chorus.