"Oh, thank you, mother, I knew you would let me stay!" cried Fernando;
and Juanita said, "Please leave me, too, mother, that I may see Antonio
and the great palace."
"Antonio lives within the palace, mamma," said Fernando. "He was born
there, and he and his sister, Pepita, have never been away. He is to go
to the English school at Gibraltar, but not until he is bigger. May we
ask some one where he is?"
"Certainly. He must be a nice boy to have lived always in such a place,
and to have you so devoted to him. There is a guard; ask him where the
apartments of the boy's father are," she said to Manuel, who sat upon
the box with the coachman. Further inquiry, however, was not necessary,
for, as the carriage made its way up the broad drive shaded with
magnificent elm-trees, which the Duke of Wellington planted, a boy came
bounding toward them.
"There he is," cried Fernando. "Antonio, come here, we have come to see
you."
The carriage stopped, and Fernando hopped out as lightly as a squirrel,
giving Antonio a good hug, for Spanish boys are never ashamed of
showing that they like their friends. Antonio's cap was off in a trice
and he smiled and bowed as Fernando presented him to his mother and
little sister. Antonio was a handsome boy, with eyes as dark and blue
as the sapphire of the Spanish skies, and fair hair tossed back from an
open brow. All Spaniards are not dark, and, in Andalusia, the province
in which Granada lies, there are many blonds.
"I will leave Fernando and Juanita with you for a visit," said the
señora, graciously. "Will you bring them here in an hour?"
"_Si_, señora," said Antonio. "But if you would so honour us, the
señora, my mother has prepared a little luncheon in the Garden of
Lindaraya at four o'clock, and she would be most happy if you would
partake of it with us."
"Thank you, then I shall allow the children to remain with you until
that time and I shall myself prolong my visit with my friends at the
villa," she replied. "When I return I shall do myself the pleasure of
meeting your mother."
[Illustration: "THEY PLAYED HIDE AND SEEK THROUGH THE MARBLE HALLS."]
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