But he must stop drinking mescal." "And tell your grandmother," broke in the Zanjero's wife, "that I want three loaves of bread to-morrow morning, and I want bread every day.

Here's the money for the three loaves.

And I'm going to get you a lot of regular customers! I have friends enough.

They'll take bread of you, if I ask them.

You poor children! Why didn't you come and tell me about things, long ago ?" So it was that the mercy which the old grandmother showed to the sick neighbor and her children returned in blessing on the panaderia.