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And
then
the
children
ran
out
for
their
morning
romp
.
And
now
to
the
uproar
was
added
the
howls
of
limping
infants
and
cockleburred
childhood
.
Every
minute
the
advancing
day
brought
forth
fresh
victims
.
Doña
Maria
Castillas
y
Buenventura
de
las
Casas
stepped
from
her
honoured
doorway
,
as
was
her
daily
custom
,
to
procure
fresh
bread
from
the
panaderia
across
the
street
.
She
was
clad
in
a
skirt
of
flowered
yellow
satin
,
a
chemise
of
ruffled
linen
,
and
wore
a
purple
mantilla
from
the
looms
of
Spain
.
Her
lemon-tinted
feet
,
alas
!
were
bare
.
Her
progress
was
majestic
,
for
were
not
her
ancestors
hidalgos
of
Aragon
?
Three
steps
she
made
across
the
velvety
grass
,
and
set
her
aristocratic
sole
upon
a
bunch
of
Johnny
's
burrs
.
Doña
Maria
Castillas
y
Buenventura
de
las
Casas
emitted
a
yowl
even
as
a
wild-cat
.
Turning
about
,
she
fell
upon
hands
and
knees
,
and
crawled
--
ay
,
like
a
beast
of
the
field
she
crawled
back
to
her
honourable
door-sill
.
Don
Señor
Ildefonso
Federico
Valdazar
,
Juez
de
la
Paz
,
weighing
twenty
stone
,
attempted
to
convey
his
bulk
to
the
pulperia
at
the
corner
of
the
plaza
in
order
to
assuage
his
matutinal
thirst
.
The
first
plunge
of
his
unshod
foot
into
the
cool
grass
struck
a
concealed
mine
.
Don
Ildefonso
fell
like
a
crumpled
cathedral
,
crying
out
that
he
had
been
fatally
bitten
by
a
deadly
scorpion
.
Everywhere
were
the
shoeless
citizens
hopping
,
stumbling
,
limping
,
and
picking
from
their
feet
the
venomous
insects
that
had
come
in
a
single
night
to
harass
them
.
The
first
to
perceive
the
remedy
was
Estebán
Delgado
,
the
barber
,
a
man
of
travel
and
education
.
Sitting
upon
a
stone
,
he
plucked
burrs
from
his
toes
,
and
made
oration
:
"
Behold
,
my
friends
,
these
bugs
of
the
devil
!
I
know
them
well
.
They
soar
through
the
skies
in
swarms
like
pigeons
.
These
are
the
dead
ones
that
fell
during
the
night
.
In
Yucatan
I
have
seen
them
as
large
as
oranges
.
Yes
!
There
they
hiss
like
serpents
,
and
have
wings
like
bats
.
It
is
the
shoes
--
the
shoes
that
one
needs
!
Zapatos
--
zapatos
para
mi
!
"
Estebán
hobbled
to
Mr.
Hemstetter
's
store
,
and
bought
shoes
.
Coming
out
,
he
swaggered
down
the
street
with
impunity
,
reviling
loudly
the
bugs
of
the
devil
.
The
suffering
ones
sat
up
or
stood
upon
one
foot
and
beheld
the
immune
barber
.
Men
,
women
and
children
took
up
the
cry
:
"
Zapatos
!
zapatos
!
"
The
necessity
for
the
demand
had
been
created
.
The
demand
followed
.
That
day
Mr.
Hemstetter
sold
three
hundred
pairs
of
shoes
.
"
It
is
really
surprising
,
"
he
said
to
Johnny
,
who
came
up
in
the
evening
to
help
him
straighten
out
the
stock
,
"
how
trade
is
picking
up
.
Yesterday
I
made
but
three
sales
.
"
"
I
told
you
they
'd
whoop
things
up
when
they
got
started
,
"
said
the
consul
.
