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Alessandro had pinned up that first morning to keep the sun offFelipe's head.
What was the odds between a to-day and a to-morrow in stories incest aspot as this? "To-morrow," said Felipe, "I will speak to mymother," and "to-morrow," and "to-morrow;" but he did not.
There was one close observer of these pleasant veranda days thatFelipe knew nothing stories incest That was Margarita. As the girl cameand went about her household tasks, she was always on the watchfor Alessandro, on the watch for Ramona. She was biding hertime. Just what shape her revenge was going to take, she did notknow. It was no use plotting. It must stories incest as it fell out; but that thehour and the way for her revenge would come she never doubted.
When she saw the group on the veranda, as she often did, alllistening to Alessandro's violin, or to his singing, Alessandrohimself now at his ease and free in the circle, as if he had beenthere always, her anger was almost beyond bounds.
"Oh, ho! like a member of the family; quite so!" she sneered. "It isnew times when a head shepherd spends his time with the ladies ofthe house, and sits in their presence like a guest who is invited! Weshall see; we shall see what comes of all this!" And she knew notwhich she hated the more of the two, Alessandro or Ramona.
Since the day of stories incest scene at the artichoke-field she had neverspoken to Alessan.

Dro, and had avoided, so far as was possible,seeing him. At first Alessandro was sorry for this, and tried to befriendly with her. As soon as he felt assured that the incident hadnot hurt him at all in the esteem of Ramona, he began to be sorryfor Margarita. "A man should not be rude to any maiden," hethought; and he hated to remember how he had pushed Margaritafrom him, and snatched his hand away, when he had in the outsetmade no objection to her taking it. But Margarita's resentment wasnot to be appeased. She understood only too clearly how littleAlessandro's gentle advances meant, and she would none of them."Let him go to his Senorita," she said bitterly, mocking thereverential tone in which she had overheard him pronounce theword. "She is fond enough of him, if only the fool had eyes to seeit. She'll be ready to throw herself at his head before long, if thiskind of thing keeps up. 'It is not well to speak thus freely of youngmen, Margarita!' Ha, ha! Little I thought that day which way thewind set in my mistress's temper! I'll wager she reproves me nomore, under this roof or any other! Curse her! What did she wantof Alessandro, except to turn his head, and then bid him go hisway!"
To do Margarita justice, she never once stories incest of the possibilityof Ramona's wedding Alessandro. A clandestine affair, an intrigueof more or less intensity, such as she herself might have carried onwith any one of the shepherds,-- this was the utmost stretch ofMargarita's angry imaginations in regard to her young mistress'sliking for Alessandro. There was not, in her way of looking atthings, any impossibility of such a thing as that. But marriage! Itmight be questioned whether that idea would have been any morestartling to the Senora herself than to Margarita.
Little had passed between Alessandro and Ramona whichMargarita did not know. The girl was always like a sprite,-- here,there, everywhere, in an hour, an.

D with eyes which, as her motheroften told her, saw on all sides of her head. Now, fired by her newpurpose, new passion, she moved swifter than ever, and saw andheard even more, There were few hours of any day when she didnot know to a certainty where both Alessandro and Ramona were;and there had been few meetings between them which she had noteither seen or surmised.
In the simple life of such a household as the Senora's, it was notstrange that this was possible; nevertheless, it argued and involveduntiring vigilance on Margarita's part. Even Felipe, who thoughthimself, from his vantage-post of observation on the veranda, andfrom his familiar relation with Ramona, well informed of mostthat happened, would have been astonished to hear all thatMargarita could have told him. In the first days Ramona herselfhad guilelessly told him much,-- had told him how Alessandro,seeing her trying to sprinkle and bathe and keep alive the greenferns with which she had decorated the chapel for FatherSalvierderra's coming, had said: "Oh, Senorita, they are dead! Donot take trouble with them! I will bring you fresh ones;" and thenext morning she had found, lying at the chapel door, a pile ofsuch ferns as she had never before seen; tall ones, likeostrich-plumes, six and eight feet high; the feathery maidenhair,and the gold fern, and the silver, twice as large as she ever hadfound them. The chapel was beautiful, like a conservatory, aftershe had arranged them in vases and around the high candlesticks.
It was Alessandro, too, stories incest had picked up in the artichoke-patchall of the last year's seed-vessels which had not been trampleddown by the cattle, and bringing one to her, had asked shyly if shedid not think it prettier than flowers made out of paper. His people,he said, made wreaths of them. And so they were, more beautifulthan any paper flowers which ever were made,-- great soft rounddisks of fine straight threads li.