She is thinking of the indulgences that she ought to buy for the repose of the souls of her parents and of her dead husband.

"A peso," she says, "a peso is a week of happiness for my children, a week of laughter and joy, my savings for a month, a dress for my daughter who is becoming a woman." "But it is necessary that you put aside these worldly desires," says the voice that she heard in the pulpit, "it is necessary that you make sacrifices." Yes, it is necessary.

The Church does not gratuitously save the beloved souls for you nor does it distribute indulgences without payment.

You must buy them, so tonight instead of sleeping you should work.

Think of your daughter, so poorly clothed! Fast, for heaven is dear! Decidedly, it seems that the poor enter not into heaven.