Francisco, Our Little Argentine Cousin

FRANCISCO had been at home now for a week. He had returned to find Elena rosy and well and the house in a turmoil of preparation, for Guillerma was to be married. Her fiancé was...

THERE was not a dull moment for Francisco during the weeks that followed. Don Carlos, the superintendent, lived in the great house the year through. He was a bachelor and a man...

THEY reached the western corral about ten o'clock, and found the branding already under way. Several dozen _peon gauchos_ had assembled and they had driven the horses to be bran...

FRANCISCO awoke very early the next morning, for he was unaccustomed to sleeping away from home. He lay quite still listening to the unwonted sounds. He heard the servants scrub...

Francisco followed him through the long hall of the compartment car out into the big station where insistent porters and shouting cab-men made frantic grabs at them and their ba...

ON the Colonel's desk the little revolving calendar was set at "December 25th," and the letters were in red ink, showing by this that it was a feast day. The Colonel was writing...

FRANCISCO sat crosslegged in one corner of the _patio_ under the shade of a small pomegranate tree which grew in a tub. He had moved halfway around the _patio_ since morning, tr...

PROMPTLY at four, the huge red machine puffed up to the front curbing. The Colonel was walking up and down in the Plaza opposite, smoking a cigarette; for when not eating or asl...

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...

"WHAT is that you have, Manuel?" cried Francisco, to one of the _peons_, five days later, as he sat under an ombú tree in the garden on his uncle's _estancia_, playing with some...