_Maria Santisima_, my son wants to go to Europe!" "What are you thinking of doing ?" "Tell him to stay with me--why should he know more?
Tomorrow or the next day we shall die, the learned and the ignorant alike must die, and the only question is to live in peace." The good old woman sighed and raised her eyes toward the sky.
"For my part," said Capitana Maria gravely, "if I were rich like you I would let my sons travel; they are young and will some day be men.

I have only a little while to live, we should see one another in the other life, so sons should aspire to be more than their fathers, but at our sides we only teach them to be children." "Ay, what rare thoughts you have!" exclaimed the astonished Capitana Tinay, clasping her hands.

"It must be that you didn't suffer in bearing your twin boys." "For the very reason that I did bear them with suffering, that I have nurtured and reared them in spite of our poverty, I do not wish that, after the trouble they're cost me, they be only half-men." "It seems to me that you don't love your children as God commands," said Sister Rufa in a rather severe tone.
"Pardon me, every mother loves her sons in her own way.

One mother loves them for her own sake and another loves them for their sake.

I am one of the latter, for my husband has so taught me." "All your ideas, Capitana Maria," said Sister Rufa, as if preaching, "are but little religious.