Fourth: In just remuneration for the services of my cousin,
Margarita Ramirez, I bequeath and donate a silver tray which
weighs one hundred ounces, seven breeding cows, and four fine
linen and lace tablecloths. So I declare, that it may appear.
Fifth: I bequeath to my adopted son, David, offspring of the
unfortunate American woman who died in my house at Escovedo, the
share of land--
Alaire re-read this paragraph wonderingly, then let the document
fall into her lap. So Dave was an adopted son, and not actually
the child of this woman, Maria Josefa Law. She wondered if he knew
it, and, if so, why he hadn't told her? But, after all, what
difference did it make who or what he was? He was hers to love and
to comfort, hers to cherish and to serve.
For a long time she sat gazing at him tenderly; then she tiptoed
out and delighted the naked Garcia baby by taking him in her arms
and hugging him. Inez thought the beautiful senora's voice was
like the music of birds.
It was growing dark when Dave was awakened by cool hands upon his
face and by soft lips upon his. He opened his eyes to find Alaire
bending over him.
"You must get up," she smiled.
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