He Knew The Way To Just Such
A Book Store As We Wanted, Where The Lady Behind The Desk Knew Him And
Willingly Promised To Get Me Some Books In The Andalusian Dialect, And
Send Them To Our Hotel By Him At Half Past Twelve.
Naturally she did not
do so, but he came to report her failure to get them.
We had offered to
pay him for his trouble, but he forbade us, and when we had overcome his
scruple he brought the money back, and we had our trouble over again to
make him keep it. To this hour I do not know how we ever brought
ourselves to part with him; perhaps it was his promise of coming to
America next year that prevailed with us; his brother was returning on a
visit and then they were going back together.
V
Our search for literature in Ronda was not wholly a failure. At another
bookstore, I found one of those local histories which I was always
vainly trying for in other Spanish towns, and I can praise the _Historia
de Ronda par Federico Lozano Gutierrez_ as well done, and telling all
that one would ask to know about that famous city. The author's picture
is on the cover, and with his charming letter dedicating the book to his
father goes far to win the reader's heart. Outside the bookseller's a
blind minstrel was playing the guitar in the care of a small boy who was
selling, not singing, the ballads.
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