Had she not earned her good wage?
And would not Don Angel Sandoval give her a still larger sum?
Or even the Brothers at the Mission of San Jose?
Molly listened to these words with a complacent pleasure.

She reflected that it would be much more agreeable to her to be where she could entirely forget that she had ever been hungry and friendless, and lying at death's door.
Antonia knew also that Rachela was at heart unfaithful, and soon the conviction was forced on her that servants are never faithful beyond the line of their own interest--that it is, indeed, against certain primary laws of nature to expect it.

Certainly, it was impossible to doubt that there was in all their dependents a kind of satisfaction in their misfortunes.
The doctor had done them favors--how unpleasant was their memory! The Senora had offended them by the splendor of her dress, and her complacent air of happiness.

Antonia's American ways and her habit of sitting for hours with a book in her hand were a great irritation.
"She wishes to be thought wiser than other women--as wise as even a holy priest--SHE! that never goes to mass, and is nearly a heretic," said the house steward; "and as for the Senorita Isabel, a little trouble will be good for her! Holy Mary! the way she has been pampered and petted! It is an absurdity.

'Little dear,' and 'angel,' are the hardest words she hears.