We thrust up the Calle Mayor and into the Plaza de Armas. There we put the cars in the shade and alighted eagerly to view the town at close quarters. "Look at that little boy," cried Jill, "eating an apple. Where's the camera? Get him to stand in the sun, Boy, against that old wall." "That's right," said Berry. "And there's a dog scratching himself. Ask him to devil his tenants beside the Post Office. If we get a good picture, we can call it _Local Affection, or The Old, Old Story_ and send it to _The Field_." To humour my cousin's whim, I approached a dirty-looking child.... Despite my assurances of good-will, however, the urchin retired as I advanced, all the time consuming his apple with a nervous energy, which suggested at once a conviction that I had my eye upon his fruit and a determination to confound my strategy. The apple was dwindling fast, and, redoubling my protests, I quickened my pace. For a second the boy hesitated. Then he took two last devastating bites, flung the core in my face, and took to his heels. Pursuit being out of the question, I returned furiously to the others, to find them, as was to be expected, quite weak with laughter. "It w-was good of you, Boy," declared Jill, tearfully. "And I got such a precious picture--just as he threw it." "I suppose you know," I said stiffly, "that he hit me upon the nose." "There must," said Berry, "have been some misunderstanding. The Spaniard's courtesy is proverbial. You're sure you weren't rude to him, brother?" "Certain," said I grimly. "Dear, dear," said my brother-in-law, opening a guide-book. "It's most mysterious. Just listen to this. _The stranger is at first apt to be carried away by the obliging tone of society, by the charming spontaneity of manner, and by the somewhat exaggerated politeness of the people he meets_. There now. Were you carried away at all? I mean, if you were----" "I was not," said I. Berry returned to the book. "_He should return these civilities in kind, but he should avoid turning the conversation on serious matters, and should, above all, refrain from expressing an opinion on religious or political questions_. I do hope you didn't...." I shook my head. "Then," said Berry, "should we meet the child again, I shall cut him dead. And that's that. And now let's go and find a dairy. You'll be wanting a pick-me-up." For an hour and a half we went about the city. We marked her bulwarks, we told her towers, we observed her mansions, we strolled upon her terraces, we enjoyed her prospects.