Rather inexplicably, next came St.Mary Magdalene, a beautiful image with abundant hair, wearing a panuelo of embroidered pina held by fingers covered with rings, and a silk gown decorated with gilt spangles.

Lights and incense surrounded her while her glass tears reflected the colors of the Bengal lights, which, while giving a fantastic appearance to the procession, also made the saintly sinner weep now green, now red, now blue tears.

The houses did not begin to light up until St.Francis was passing; St.John the Baptist did not enjoy this honor and passed hastily by as if ashamed to be the only one dressed in hides in such a crowd of folk covered with gold and jewels.
"There goes our saint!" exclaimed the daughter of the gobernadorcillo to her visitors.

"I've lent him all my rings, but that's in order to get to heaven." The candle-bearers stopped around the platform to listen to the _loa_ and the blessed saints did the same; either they or their bearers wished to hear the verses.

Those who were carrying St.John, tired of waiting, squatted down on their heels and agreed to set him on the ground.
"The alguazil may scold!" objected one of them.
"Huh, in the sacristy they leave him in a corner among the cobwebs!" So St.John, once on the ground, became one of the townsfolk.
As the Magdalene set out the women joined the procession, only that instead of beginning with the children, as among the men, the old women came first and the girls filled up the lines to the car of the Virgin, behind which came the curate under his canopy.