Page:Good Night (1907, Gates).djvu/37



that night, on coming out of the chapel, Padre Alonzo discovered a little black something blocking his way along the moonlit path. As he paused, leaning forward to peer, the black something sidled nearer him, and saluted.

“Buenos noches!” it said, its voice monotonous and human with grief and weariness; “''buenas noches! buenas noches!''”

The padre bent lower and lifted the parrot to the level of his face. “Aye, good-night truly, as thou sayest,” he repeated proudly. “Thou hast some wicked words of a garrison town, but thou knowest