That opening and shutting of the window had no doubt been heard on all sides, for soon another window opened slowly and there appeared cautiously the head of a wrinkled and toothless old woman: it was the same Sister Pute who had raised such a disturbance while Padre Damaso was preaching.

Children and old women are the representatives of curiosity in this world: the former from a wish to know things and the latter from a desire to recollect them.
Apparently there was no one to apply a slipper to Sister Pute, for she remained gazing out into the distance with wrinkled eyebrows.

Then she rinsed out her mouth, spat noisily, and crossed herself.

In the house opposite, another window was now timidly opened to reveal Sister Rufa, she who did not wish to cheat or be cheated.

They stared at each other for a moment, smiled, made some signs, and again crossed themselves.
"_Jesus_, it seemed like a thanksgiving mass, regular fireworks!" commented Sister Rufa.
"Since the town was sacked by Balat, I've never seen another night equal to it," responded Sister Pute.
"What a lot of shots! They say that it was old Pablo's band." "Tulisanes?
That can't be! They say that it was the cuadrilleros against the civil-guards.