Then, too, they often quarrelled over their right to certain places
and spaces among themselves; then very suddenly their hilarious gabble
would change to wild cries of anger and torrents of abuse. By and by I
discovered that their greatest rages and worst language were when
certain young gentlemen of the upper classes visited the spot to amuse
themselves by baiting the _lavanderas_. The young gentleman would
saunter about in an absent-minded manner and presently walk right on
to a beautifully embroidered and belaced nightdress or other dainty
garment spread out to dry on the sward or rock, and, standing on it,
calmly proceed to take out and light a cigarette. Instantly the black
virago would be on her feet confronting him and pouring out a torrent
of her foulest expressions and deadliest curses. He, in a pretended
rage, would reply in even worse language. That would put her on her
mettle; for now all her friends and foes scattered about the ground
would suspend their work to listen with all their ears; and the
contest of words growing louder and fiercer would last until the
combatants were both exhausted and unable to invent any more new and
horrible expressions of opprobrium to hurl at each other. Then the
insulted young gentleman would kick the garment away in a fury and
hurling the unfinished cigarette in his adversary's face would walk
off with his nose in the air.
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