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Senor. It would be as he said. I will ask him."
"Then you would be willing to take it?" asked Felipe.
"Yes, Senor, if my father wished me to take it," repliedAlessandro, looking steadily and gravely at Felipe; adding, after asecond's pause, "if you are sure that you desire it, Senor Felipe, itwould be a pleasure to me to be of help to you."
And father daughter incest it was only a few moments ago that Alessandro had beenturning over in his mind the possibility of leaving the SenoraMoreno's service immediately. This change had not been a caprice,not been an impulse of passionate desire to remain near Ramona;it had come from a sudden consciousness that the Senor Felipewould be his friend. And Alessandro was not mistaken.
IX
WHEN the Senora came back to the veranda, she found Felipeasleep, Alessandro standing at the foot of the bed, with his armscrossed on his breast, watching him. As the Senora drew near,Alessandro felt again the same sense of dawning hatred which hadseized him at her harsh speech to Ramona. He lowered his eyes,and waited to be dismissed.
"You can go now, Alessandro," said the Senora. "I will sit here.You are quite sure that it will be safe for Senor Felipe to sleep hereall night?"
"It will cure him before many nights," replied Alessandro, stillwithout raising his eyes, and turning to go.
"Stay," said the Senora. Alessandro paused. "It will not do for himto be alone here in the night, Alessandro.'
Alessandro had thought of this, and had remembered that if he layon the veranda floor by Senor Felipe's side, he would also lie underthe Senorita's window.
"No, Senora," he replied. "I will lie here by his side. That was whatI had thought, if the Senora is willing."
"Thank you, Alessandro," said the Senora, in a tone which wouldhave surprised poor Ramona, still sitting alone in her room, withsad eyes. She did not know the Senora could speak thus sweetly toany one but Felipe. "Thank you! You are kind. I will have a bedmade for you."
"Oh, no." cried Alessandro; "if the Senora will excuse me, I couldnot lie on a bed. A raw-hide like Senor Felipe's, and my blanket,are all I want. I could not lie on any bed."
"To be sure," thought the Senora; "what was I thinking of! How theboy makes one forget he is father daughter incest Indian! But the floor is harder thanthe ground, Alessandro,".

She said kindly.
"No, Senora," he said, "it is all one; and to-night I will not sleep. Iwill watch Senor Felipe, in case there should be a wind, or heshould wake and need something."
"I will watch him myself till midnight," said the Senora. "I shouldfeel easier to see how he sleeps at first."
It was the balmiest of summer nights, and as still as if no livingthing were on the earth. There was a full moon, which shone onthe garden, and on the white front of the little chapel among thetrees. Ramona, from her window, saw Alessandro pacing up anddown the walk. father daughter incest had seen him spread down the raw-hide byFelipe's bed, and had seen the Senora take her place in one of thebig carved chairs. She wondered if they were both going to watch;she wondered why the Senora would never let her sit up and watchwith Felipe.
"I am not of any use to anybody," she thought sadly. She dared notgo out and ask any questions about the arrangements for the night.At supper the Senora had spoken to her only in the same cold anddistant manner which always made her dumb and afraid. She hadnot once seen Felipe alone during the day. Margarita, who, in theformer times, -- ah, how far away those former times looked now!-- had been a greater comfort to Ramona than she realized,--Margarita now was sulky and silent, never came into Ramona'spresence if she could help it, and looked at her sometimes with anexpression which made Ramona tremble, and say to herself, "Shehates me; She has always hated me since father daughter incest morning."
It had been a long, sad day to Ramona; and as she sat in herwindow leaning her head against the sash, and looked atAlessandro pacing up and down, she felt for the first time, and didnot shrink from it nor in any wise disavow or disguise it to herself,that she was glad he loved her. More than this she did not think;beyond this she did not go. Her mind was not like Margarita's, fullof fancies bred of freedom in intercourse with men. But distinctly,tenderly glad that Alessandro loved her, and distinctly,.

Tenderlyaware how well he loved her, she was, as she sat at her windowthis night, looking out into the moonlit garden; after she had goneto bed, she could still hear his slow, regular steps on thegarden-walk, and the last thought she had, as she fell asleep, wasthat she was glad Alessandro loved her.
The moon had been long set, and the garden, chapel-front, trees,vines, were all wrapped in impenetrable darkness, when Ramonaawoke, sat up in her bed, and listened. All was so still that thesound of Felipe's low, regular breathing came in through her openwindow. After hearkening to it for a few moments, she rosenoiselessly from her bed, and creeping to the window parted thecurtains and looked out; noiselessly, she thought; but it was notnoiselessly enough to escape Alessandro's quick ear; without asound, he sprang to his feet, and stood looking at Ramona'swindow.
"I am here, Senorita," he whispered. "Do you want anything?"
"Has he slept all night like this?" she whispered back.
"Yes, Senorita. He has not once moved."
"How good!" said Ramona. "How good!"
Then she stood still; she wanted to speak again to Alessandro, tohear him speak again, but she could think of no more to say.Because she could not, she gave a little sigh.
Alessandro took one swift step towards the window. "May thesaints bless you, Senorita," he whispered fervently.
"Thank you, Alessandro," murmured Ramona, and glided back toher bed, but not to sleep. It lacked not much of dawn; as the firstfaint light filtered through the darkness, Ramona heard theSenora's window open.
"Surely she will not father daughter incest up the hymn and wake Felipe," thoughtRamona; and she sprang again to the window to listen. A few lowwords between the Senora and Alessandro, and then the Senora'swindow closed again, and all was still.
"I thought she would not have the heart to wake him," saidRamona to herself. "The Virgin would have had no pleasure in oursong, I am sure; but I will say a prayer to her.