A high-powered car purred through the forest of Fuente de la Teja. Reclining in the tonneau were a stiff young fellow in military trimmings, and a cadaverous-faced, hook-nosed individual with all the bored air of a man of the world. King Alfonso was going to visit the new water works which are to supply Madrid.
Presently their car purred into a clearing, where huts huddled under the black boughs, and many-colored peasants basked in the sun. The car stopped. The astounded dozers found themselves basking in their monarch's smile.
"What goes on?" demanded...
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