You know it, Senora ?" "As I know my Credo, Luis." "And you, Isabel ?" "Since I was a little one, as high as my father's knee.

Rachela taught it to me." "And you, Lopez." "That is sure, Luis." "And I, too!" said Antonia, smiling.

"Here is your mandolin.

Strike the chords, and we will all sing with you.

My father will remember also." And the doctor smiled an assent, as the young man resigned Isabel's hand with a kiss, and swept the strings in that sweetness and power which flows invisibly, but none the less surely, from the heart to the instrument.
"It is to my blessed Lord and Redeemer, I sing," he said, bowing his head.