One whose son is a blessed Pope can commit sins!" "Send him to my house tomorrow, Petra," cried the old man enthusiastically, "and I'll teach him to weave the _nito!_" "Huh! Get out! What are you dreaming about, grand-dad?
Do you still think that the Popes even move their hands?
The curate, being nothing more than a curate, only works in the mass--when he turns around! The Archbishop doesn't even turn around, for he says mass sitting down.

So the Pope--the Pope says it in bed with a fan! What are you thinking about ?" "Of nothing more, Petra, than that he know how to weave the _nito_.

It would be well for him to be able to sell hats and cigar-cases so that he wouldn't have to beg alms, as the curate does here every year in the name of the Pope.

It always fills me with compassion to see a saint poor, so I give all my savings." Another countryman here joined in the conversation, saying, "It's all settled, cumare, [95] my son has got to be a doctor, there's nothing like being a doctor!" "Doctor! What are you talking about, cumpare ?" retorted Petra.

"There's nothing like being a curate!" "A curate, pish! A curate?
The doctor makes lots of money, the sick people worship him, cumare!" "Excuse me! The curate, by making three or four turns and saying _deminos pabiscum_, [96] eats God and makes money.