"Come, Trinidad, you must sing for us," cried one of her friends. "Sing the song of Santa Rita," and Trinidad, with a merry little glance at Pablo, sang the gay little song which Spanish girls sing in jest, asking Santa Rita to procure them a good husband. "Santa Rita, Santa Rita, Cada una de nosotros necesita, Para uso de diario Un marido milionario, Anunque sea un animal Si tal, si tal, si tal, si tal, Un marido milionario, Anunque sea un animal."[17] Everybody applauded loudly, and Trinidad, laughing and blushing, sang again. The older people sat about serenely, some talking, others playing cards or dominoes. The younger ones played sprightly games and talked like magpies, and the children listened spellbound. "Who art thou, Pablo?" laughed one, and Pablo answered, merrily: "Ole Saltero, sin vanidad, Soy muy bonito, soy muy sala!"[18] And every one laughed, and Trinidad gave him a charming glance from under her black lashes. Refreshments were passed around, very simple ones. There were trays of water, and by each glass round lumps of sugar, which the guests dipped in the water and ate, hard little cakes, cups of thick chocolate into which finger cakes were dipped and eaten, and some charming little bonbons. There was no wine, for although the finest wine in the world is made in Spain, the Spaniards are great water drinkers, and seldom have wine except at dinners. The men all smoked, but not the ladies, for while the Mexican women sometimes smoke a dainty _cigarrillo_, Spanish women do not. Later on, Pablo's health was drunk in tiny glasses of sherry, as this was a special occasion, and pleasant speeches were made to him, wishing him all success in his career. "Thou art now a man, my son," said his father, proudly and affectionately. "Remember that since the time of the Emperor Charles V., thy fathers have had the right to wear the Golden Key[19] upon their hip, and do nothing to disgrace thy name. On the sword of my grandfather was engraved the motto, 'Do not draw me without reason nor sheathe me without honour!' Let his motto be thine own, and remember that to a Spaniard honour comes first." Then the party broke up, and Fernando and Juanita were trotted off to bed, and sleepily murmured their evening prayer: "Jesus, Joseph, Mary, Your little servant keep, And with your kind permission, I'll lay me down to sleep!" and they heard through the soft moonlight the tinkle of Pablo's guitar, as he strolled along to bite the iron beneath the grating of the dainty Señorita Trinidad. FOOTNOTES: [16] Spanish lovers stand beneath the windows of their sweethearts, to serenade them every night, and, as the windows are grated with iron, this is called "biting the iron." [17]