Carmen. Pepe is a nice boy, after all.
Luisa. After all?
Carmen. At first sight you might think he was lightheaded, talking as he does, and pretending that all the girls are in love with him.
Luisa. He is not bad-looking, so no wonder. Besides, he is clever. I must get my sewing.
Carmen. Don't sew any more, my dear. You are not well. How are you now? Why don't you go to bed?
Luisa. No, I couldn't sleep.
Carmen. Well, don't sew. I don't want you to overdo; you have enough with the housework. I wish the weather would improve, and then we could go out for a walk in the afternoons. We stay indoors too much—not that I care, I don't feel it myself; I grow stronger every day, by God's grace, apparently. But you, my dear, are nothing but bones; you don't eat.
Luisa. I haven't any appetite.
Carmen. That reminds me, your tonic has given out. We must send for another bottle to-morrow.
Luisa. No, mamma, it doesn't do any good; it is only an expense. I'll be better soon; I must get strong, so that I can help you, and work.
Carmen. My poor child, you mustn't think of such a thing.
Luisa. Yes, mamma; when Julio marries, he won't be able to help you any more, although he may not admit it. Even if he could, his wife wouldn't let him. A daughter-in-law isn't the same thing as a daughter.
Carmen. No, and, anyway, I couldn't accept it. Does he think that is what I have on my mind? What difference does it make? I might be willing to swallow my pride for your sake, but I am accustomed to it. You were babies
