"Now they have broken another pane of glass!"

The girls, hidden, close beside the two men, in a corner of the terrace,
were suffocating with laughter.

"Senora Suspiritos is very angry," said Rey. "Why do they call her by
that name?"

"Because, when she is talking, she sighs after every word, and although
she has every thing she wants, she is always complaining."

There was a moment's silence in the house below. Pepita Troya looked
cautiously down.

"There she comes again," she whispered, once more imposing silence by a
gesture. "Maria, give me a pebble. Give it here--bang! there it goes!"

"You didn't hit her. It struck the ground."

"Let me see if I can. Let us wait until she comes out of the pantry
again."

"Now, now she is coming out. Take care, Florentina."

"One, two, three! There it goes!"

A cry of pain was heard from below, a malediction, a masculine
exclamation, for it was a man who uttered it. Pepe Rey could distinguish
clearly these words: