istitched, and
deshaladoed. Did any Californian bridegroom forget that dainty item he
would be repudiated on his wedding-eve.
"God of my life!" murmured Valencia, "he has taste as well as gold.
And all to go on that round white doll!"
There was little envy among the other girls. Their eyes sparkled with
good-nature as they kissed Prudencia and congratulated her. The older
women patted the things approvingly; and, between religion, a _donas_
to satisfy an angel, and prospective bliss, Prudencia was the happiest
little bride-elect in all The Californias.
"Never were such smocks!" cried one of the girls. "Ay! he will make a
good husband. That sign never fails."
"Thou must wear long, long trains now, my Prudencia, and be as stately
as Chonita."
"Ay!" exclaimed Prudencia. Did not every gown already made have a
train longer than herself?
"Thou needst never wear a mended stocking with all these to last thee
for years," said another: never had silk stockings been brought to
the Californias in sufficient plenty for the dancing feet of its
daughters.
"I shall always mend my stockings," said Prudencia, "I myself."
"Yes," said one of the older women, "thou wilt be a good wife and
waste nothing."
Valencia laid her arm about Chonita's waist. "I wish to meet Don Diego
Estenega," she said. "Wilt thou not present him to me?"
"Thou art very forward," said Chonita, coldly. "Canst thou not wait
until he comes thy way?"
"No, my Chonita; I wish to meet him now. My curiosity devours me."
"Very well; come with me and thou shalt know him.--Wilt thou come too,
Eustaquia? There are only men on the corridor."
We found Diego and Don Guillermo talking politics in a corner, both
deeply interested. Estenega rose at once.
"Don Diego Estenega," said Chonita, "I would present you to the
Senorita Dona Valencia Menendez, of the Rancho del Fuego."
Estenega bowed. "I have heard much of Dona Valencia, and am delighted
to meet her."
Valencia was nonplussed for a moment; he had not given her the
customary salutation, and she could hardly murmur the customary reply.
She merely smiled and looked so handsome that she could afford to
dispense with words.
"A superb type," said Estenega to me, as Don Guillermo claimed
the beauty's attention for a moment. "But only a type; nothing
distinctive."
Nevertheless, ten minutes later, Valencia, with the manoeuvring of the
general of many a battle, had guided him to a seat in the sala
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