But the girl nodded sympathetically at the conclusion of the young woman's appeal.
"I will speak to grandmother," she promised.
She found her grandmother lying down still, but half awake, and explained to her the situation.
"Yes, yes," returned the grandmother, her wrinkled face full of sympathy.

"Give her the bread.

Has not the Lord told us to care for the poor?
He would not be pleased if we sent her away without bread.
Tell the poor woman to come again.

The little children, must be fed." Rosa hurried back to the counter, and gave the woman two fresh loaves and the grandmother's message.
"Gracias!" (thanks) sobbed the young woman and hurried away.
"I hope she will not tell that we gave her bread," murmured Rosa to herself as the usual quiet settled over the panaderia.

"We can't afford to give bread to many people." The weeks went by, and the panaderia did not prosper very well.