–Marquitos, do you want to stop frightening us? Today is one of those special days who leave mark, I have also managed to blow all seven candles at once, I said.
But Marquitos, taking off the meringue from his face, said: It's not a joke, it's not just the thread of blood, it's also a child.
Child? What a child? I was starting to get a little angry at his attitude, I didn't like nobody to spoil parties, much less my birthday.
How many are we? Marquitos said in a trembling voice. Ten, including you, glutton, plover head! Pedrín said then.
-Well, there is the boy number eleven next to the lemon tree.
