"The Tunasan cross grows while the Matahong cross sweats which do you think is more miraculous ?" Aunt Isabel reflects, shakes her head, and murmurs, "To grow, to grow is a greater miracle than to sweat.

All of us sweat, but not all of us grow." "That's right, Isabel; but remember that to sweat for the wood of which bench-legs are made to sweat--is not a small miracle.

Come, the best thing will be to make poor-offerings to both crosses, so neither will resent it, and Maria will get better sooner.

Are the rooms ready?
You know that with the doctors is coming a new gentleman, a distant relative of Padre Damaso's.

Nothing should be lacking." At the other end of the dining-room are the two cousins, Sinang and Victoria, who have come to keep the sick girl company.