Summary

Eva Cannon Brooks Francisco, Our Little Argentine Cousin

Elena was propped up with pillows in a deep chair by the window which opened out upon the street. She looked lonely, but when she saw the car sweep along the street and stop at their door, her face beamed happily. There was no jealousy in Elena's heart because her brother was being thus favoured by their uncle.
"Oh, Elena, mia," cried Francisco, throwing his arms about her, and kissing her on each pale cheek. "Do you feel able to take a ride with us this afternoon?"
"I think she is," answered his mother, entering the room, and taking her son into a close embrace.
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Eva Cannon Brooks Francisco, Our Little Argentine Cousin

Francisco brushed away a tear that had stolen down his cheek, and turned to greet the Indian with a smile. "I was wishing to see Elena, but it won't be long now; and I shall hate to leave this lovely place, too. But one can't have everything one wants, all at the same time, can one, José?"
"No, Señorito, but we always have one happiness; have you noticed it? There never comes a time when we haven't one, at least.
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Eva Cannon Brooks Francisco, Our Little Argentine Cousin

The two in the rear were José and Manuel, and they were holding their pistols close to the heads of the two in front, who walked with the shambling gait of men whose feet were hobbled, as they were, with stout bola thongs; their hands were tied behind them, and as they shuffled unevenly along they were bawling out curses, the like of which Francisco's ears had never heard.
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