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. ”
