Upon seeing him approach, the women arose and one of them pressed forward to kiss his hand, but the holy man made a sign of impatience that stopped her short.
"Can it be that you've lost a real, _kuriput ?_" exclaimed the woman with a jesting laugh, offended at such a reception.

"Not to give his hand to me, Matron of the Sisterhood, Sister Rufa!" It was an unheard-of proceeding.
"He didn't go into the confessional this morning," added Sister Sipa, a toothless old woman.

"I wanted to confess myself so as to receive communion and get the indulgences." "Well, I'm sorry for you," commented a young woman with a frank face.

"This week I earned three plenary indulgences and dedicated them to the soul of my husband." "Badly done, Sister Juana," said the offended Rufa.

"One plenary indulgence was enough to get him out of purgatory.