They were conversing
in a lively manner, laughing and pinching one another, whispering in
one another's ears and then breaking out into loud laughter.
"You'll wake up the people who are still asleep," Aunt Isabel
scolded. "When we were young, we didn't make so much disturbance."
"Neither would you get up so early nor would the old folks have been
such sleepy-heads," retorted little Sinang.
They were silent for a short time, then tried to talk in low tones,
but soon forgot themselves and again filled the street with their
fresh young voices.
"Behave as if you were displeased and don't talk to him," Sinang was
advising Maria Clara. "Scold him so he won't get into bad habits."
"Don't be so exacting," objected Iday.
"Be exacting! Don't be foolish! He must be made to obey while he's
only engaged, for after he's your husband he'll do as he pleases,"
counseled little Sinang.
"What do you know about that, child?" her cousin Victoria corrected
her.
"Sst! Keep quiet, for here they come!"
A group of young men, lighting their way with large bamboo torches,
now came up, marching gravely along to the sound of a guitar.
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