No one shall cheat the best friend of the panaderia, that feeds our babies so long--all winter and now." Evidently the woman supposed that the Zanjero was still the principal regular customer of the panaderia.

Rosa and her grandmother had never told about his ceasing to buy bread, and the neighbor thought that he was still considered their very chief customer.
That evening Rosa and Joseph took the long-unused path to the Zanjero's house.

His wife came to the door.
"Oh," she said, "it's the two little bread-bringers! No, I don't want any bread.

Are you trying to get orders ?" "May I see the Zanjero ?" asked Rosa gravely.
The Zanjero's wife, whose name in plain English was Mrs.Craig, led the two children into her husband's presence.

Rosa, very pale with the thought of being in the presence of so great a man, told her story in trembling tones, and held out the key.
The Zanjero took it, and looked at it curiously.
"Will you forgive ?" asked Rosa timorously.