"But it is the way of the Americans, no doubt, who must have everything for prudence.

Sensible! Sensible! Sensible! that is the tune they are forever playing, and you dance to it like a miracle." "My dear mother, can we do any good by exclaiming and weeping ?" "Holy Virgin! Perhaps not; but to have a little human nature is more agreeable to those who are yet on the earth side of purgatory." "Mi madre," said Isabel, "Antonia is our good angel.

She thinks for us, and plans for us, and even now has everything ready for us to move at a moment's notice.

Our good angels have to be sensible and prudent, madre." "To move at a moment's notice! Virgin of Guadalupe! where shall we go to?
Could my blessed father and mother see me in this prison, this very vault, I assure you they would be unhappy even among the angels." "Mother, there are hundreds of women today in Texas who would think this house a palace of comfort and safety." "Saints and angels! Is that my fault?
Does it make my condition more endurable?
Ah, my children, I have seen great armies come into San Antonio, and always before I have been able to make a little pleasure to myself out of the event.

For the Mexicans are not blood-thirsty, though they are very warlike.