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AVILA  103
PARK IN MADRID, STATUE OF KING ALFONSO  107
BURGOS CATHEDRAL  109
MIRAFLORES MONASTERY, BURGOS  112
TOMBS OF FERDINAND AND ISABELLA, GRANADA CATHEDRAL  114
GIRL-DRAPED BALCONIES  117
GIBRALTAR  120
ALHAMBRA  122
DANCE OF THE SIX, SEVILLE CATHEDRAL  125
BOYS PLAYING BULLFIGHT  136
BULLFIGHT, MADRID  137
MADRID  144
DOÑA ISABEL CORBO DE PORCEL  147
BULLFIGHT, MADRID  151
THE PRADO, MADRID  155
TOLEDO  159
BULLFIGHT, TRIANA BRIDGE, SEVILLE  162
A NET MAKER, SEVILLE  166
TOLEDO  169
PILAR AND HER GRANDFATHER  172

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THE LITTLE SPANISH DANCER

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The Little Spanish Dancer

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CHAPTER I

THE MAGIC CASTANETS

Pilar was dancing in the Murillo (mū̍-rĭl´ō) Garden. It was a beautiful public garden named after the great Spanish painter, Murillo, who died in a house near by.

Pilar had been born ten years ago in this old city of Seville (sē̍-vĭl´). If you had asked Pilar, "Where is New York?" she would doubtless have laughed with her lovely dark eyes and inquired, "Is it in Seville?" Because, to Pilar, as to most of her friends, there was only one world, and that world was Seville.

Now a terrible thing was happening at Pilar's home this evening. But Pilar did not know it because she was dancing in the garden. Every night, after her grandfather went to bed, she ran off and danced with her friends to the music of a hurdy-gurdy.

But tonight, after Pilar had left, her grandfather had been taken very ill. The neighbors had sent for a doctor, who shook his head gravely over the poor old man.

Pilar knew nothing about this as she clicked her castanets and whirled about in the dance they call the Sevillana.

She was one of the best dancers in her group. And why not? Her mother had been a dancer; her grandmother, too, yes, and her great-grandmother and her great-great—oh, ever so many great-grandmothers! They had all been dancers.

Pilar's parents had died when she was a baby. She lived alone with her grandfather, and they struggled to keep the wolf named Hunger from their door. Her grandfather was a shoemaker, but he worked slowly these days because his hands were old.

DANCING IN A PUBLIC SQUARE, SEVILLE

Once when Pilar was very little, someone had asked her what pleasures she enjoyed most. She had answered, "The pleasures I enjoy most are—dancing!"

Now this could easily be the answer of every little girl in southern Spain. For while Italy sings, France designs, and Switzerland skates, Spain dances. Why, it is even possible that little girls in Seville would rather dance than go to moving picture shows!

Yet everyone in Seville does not feel that way, for the many open air