I can do it. You put the irons on the fire, to have them
hot, to iron it as soon as it is partly dried. You will see it will not
show that anything has happened to it."
"Will the Senora know?" asked poor Margarita, calmed and
reassured, but still in mortal terror.
Ramona turned her steady glance full on Margarita's face. "You
would not be any happier if she were deceived, do you think?" she
said gravely.
"O Senorita, after it is mended? If it really does not show?"
pleaded the girl.
"I will tell her myself, and not till after it is mended," said
Ramona; but she did not smile.
"Ah, Senorita," said Margarita, deprecatingly, "you do not know
what it is to have the Senora displeased with one."
"Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self,"
retorted Ramona, as she walked swiftly away to her room with the
linen rolled up under her arm. Luckily for Margarita's cause, she
met no one on the way. The Senora had welcomed Father
Salvierderra at the foot of the veranda steps, and had immediately
closeted herself with him. She had much to say to him,-- much
about which she wished his help and counsel, and much which she
wished to learn from him as to affairs in the Church and in the
country generally.
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