"If Andoy gets to be Pope we'll go to Rome he, he! I can still walk well, and if I die--he, he!" "Don't worry, granddad! Andoy won't forget that you taught him how to weave baskets." "You're right, Petra.

I also believe that your son will be great, at least a patriarch.

I have never seen any one who learned the business in a shorter time.

Yes, he'll remember me when as Pope or bishop he entertains himself in making baskets for his cook.

He'll then say masses for my soul--he, he!" With this hope the good old man again filled his _kalikut_ with buyo.
"If God hears my prayers and my hopes are fulfilled, I'll say to Andoy, 'Son, take away all our sins and send us to Heaven!' Then we shan't need to pray and fast and buy indulgences.