Lola listened to the talk of the lovers from behind a vase of flowers.

One day she called after Turiddu: "Ah, Turiddu! Old friends are no longer noticed, eh ?" "He is a happy man who has the chance of seeing you, Lola." "You know where I live," answered Lola.

And now Turiddu visited Lola so often that Santa shut her window in his face and the villagers began to smile knowingly when he passed by.

Alfio was making a round of the fairs with his mules.

"Next Sunday I must go to confession," said Lola one day, "for last night I dreamt that I saw black grapes." "Never mind the dream," pleaded Turiddu.
"But Easter is coming, and my husband will want to know why I have not confessed." Santa was before the confessional waiting her turn when Lola was receiving absolution.