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D to it."
"Will the Senora know?" asked poor Margarita, calmed andreassured, but still in mortal terror.
Ramona turned her steady glance full on Margarita's face. "Youwould not be any happier if she were deceived, do you think?" shesaid gravely.
"O Senorita, after it is mended? If it really does not show?"pleaded the girl.
"I will tell her myself, and not till after it is mended," saidRamona; but she did not smile.
"Ah, Senorita," said Margarita, deprecatingly, "you do not knowwhat it is to have the Senora displeased with one."
"Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self,"retorted Ramona, as she walked swiftly away to her room with thelinen rolled up under her arm. Luckily for Margarita's cause, shemet no one on the way. The Senora had welcomed FatherSalvierderra at the foot of the veranda steps, and had immediatelycloseted herself with him. She had much to say to him,-- erotic incest stories which she wished his help and counsel, and much which shewished to learn erotic incest stories him as to affairs in the Church and in thecountry generally.
Felipe had gone off at once to find Juan Canito, to see ifeverything were ready for the sheep-shearing to begin erotic incest stories the nextday, if the shearers arrived in time; and there was very goodchance of their coming in by sundown this day, Felipe thought, forhe had privately instructed his messenger to make all possiblehaste, and to impress on the Indians the urgent need of their erotic incest stories time on the road.
It had been a great concession on the Senora's part to allow themessenger to be sent off before she had positive intelligence as tothe Father's movements. But as day after day passed and no newscame, even she perceived that it would not do to put off thesheep-shearing much longer, or, as Juan Canito said, "forever."The Father might have fallen ill; and if that were so, it might veryeasily be weeks before they heard of it, so.

Scanty were the meansof communication between the remote places on his route ofvisitation. The messenger had therefore been sent to summon theTemecula shearers, and Senora had resigned herself to theinevitable; piously praying, however, morning and night, and atodd moments in the day, that the Father might arrive before theIndians did. When she saw him coming up the garden-walk,leaning on the arm of her Felipe, on the afternoon of the very daywhich was the earliest possible day for the Indians to arrive, it wasnot strange that she felt, mingled with the joy of her greeting to herlong-loved friend and confessor, a triumphant exultation that thesaints had erotic incest stories her prayers.
In the kitchen all was bustle and stir. The coming of any guest intothe house was a signal for unwonted activities there,-- even thecoming of Father Salvierderra, who never knew whether the souphad force-meat balls in it or not, old Marda said; and that was toher the last extreme of indifference to good things of the flesh."But if he will not eat, he can see," she said; and her pride forherself and for the house was enlisted in setting forth as goodly anarray of viands as her larder afforded, She grew suddenlyfastidious over the size and color of the cabbages to go into thebeef-pot, and threw away one whole saucepan full of rice, becauseMargarita had put only one onion in instead of two.
"Have I not told you again and again that for the Father it is alwaystwo onions?" she exclaimed. "It is the dish he most favors of all;and it is a pity too, old as he is. It makes him no blood. It is goodbeef he should take now."
The dining-room was on the opposite side of the courtyard fromthe kitchen, and there was a perpetual procession of smallmessengers going back and forth between the rooms. It was thehighest ambition of.

Each to be allowed to fetch and carrydishes in the preparation of the meals at all times; but when by sodoing they could perchance get a glimpse through the dining-roomdoor, open on the veranda, of strangers and guests, their restlessrivalry became unmanageable. Poor Margarita, between her ownprivate anxieties and her multiplied duties of helping in thekitchen, and setting the table, restraining and overseeing her armyof infant volunteers, was nearly distraught; not so distraught,however, but that she remembered and found time to seize alighted candle in the kitchen, run and set it before the statue ofSaint Francis of Paula in her bedroom, hurriedly whispering aprayer that the lace might be made whole like new. Several timesbefore the afternoon had waned she snatched a moment to flingherself down at the statue's feet and pray her foolish little prayerover again. We think we are quite sure that it is a foolish littleprayer, when people pray to have torn lace made whole. But itwould be hard to show the odds between asking that, and askingthat it may rain, or that the sick may get well. As the grand oldRussian says, what men usually ask for, when they pray to God, is,that two and two may not make four. All the same he is to bepitied who prays not. It was only the thought of that candle at SaintFrancis's feet, which enabled Margarita to struggle through thisanxious and unhappy afternoon and evening.
At last supper was ready,-- a great dish of spiced beef and cabbagein the centre of the table; a tureen of thick soup, with force-meatballs and red peppers in it; two red earthen platters heaped, onewith the boiled rice and onions, the other with the deliciousfrijoles (beans) so dear to all Mexican hearts; cut-glass dishesfilled with hot stewed pears, or preserved q.