"Si, si, sure I did eet," she announced happily, dancing forward into
the centre of the darkened room, and seemingly blind to the two before
her. "Eet ees I that am to ride. Bueno! eet vill be mooch fun!
Señor Brown he not like let me go; he tink I do all eet for him. Oh,
de conceit of de men, ven I care not for anyting but de fun, de good
time! But I talk him long vile, an' Beell he talk, an' maybe he say
si for to git us rid of. Tink you not eet vas so, señor?"