I Must Have Liberty

I Must Have Liberty

I Must Have Liberty

I Must Have Liberty


"Girls! Girls!"

Juan's breathless voice preceded him up the stairs and into the nursery. "Quick! You are to go down to the patio to hear what father has to say. Wash your hands first lest you are sent up again to do it," he advised, retiring into his room to wash his own paws.

"What is it all about?" inquired Maria who was never in a hurry.

"It is a surprise and I promised father I wouldn't tell, so I can't," he answered.

A surprise! I wondered if a new baby had arrived. We tidied up as quickly as we could and were overtaken by Juan as we went into the patio where mother sat in her rocking-chair reading. Father was walking up and down, smoking his cigar.

"Who wants to come to Alhaurín to see the pasos?" he asked. Alhaurín was the name of the village where our family country house was situated and the pasos was the Passion Play , performed every two years by the villagers, which we had never yet seen. "Who wants to come to Alhaurín to see the pasos next week?"

"I! I! I!" we all yelled.

"But are we really going?" inquired Maria, who liked to be sure of things.

"If you are good . . ."

We were ready to swear to anything.

"How are we going, father?" asked Juan. "In the carriage, or couldn't we, just for once, go in the stagecoach?"

"Well, that is exactly what I was going to propose," answered father.

"You see we can't all go in the carriage because Abuelita and . . .

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