gurrl?"

"To be a father to her!" he answered, with a sly wink at Baltasar.

"Alzo' I am dressed in wool, I am no sheep! Tell me," she cried,
stamping her foot.

"Why should I tell secrets to one who can read the future?" he asked
banteringly.

Chicarona's mood was changing. It was evident from her looks, either
that she was defeated in the contest by this wily and resistless
combatant or that she had succumbed to the temptation of his money.

"How much will you gif vor zis chil'?" she asked.

"One hundred dollars," he replied.

"One hunner dollars! You paid more zan twize as much vor ze horze! Eez
nod a woman worth more zan a horze?"

"She will be, when she is a woman. She is a child now."

"Let me zee ze color of your money!"

He drew a leather wallet from his pocket and held it tantalizingly
before her eyes.

Its influence was decisive upon her avaricious soul, and she clutched at
it wildly.