We have always a Father in heaven, and he still spares us to love each other.

Perhaps, too, our dear Papasito is watching over us.

You know he used to tell us Mamita had become our guardian angel." Floracita kissed her, and pressed her hand in silence.

Then they made preparations to go with their friendly neighbor; all stepping very softly, as if afraid of waking the beloved sleeper.
The sisters had lived in such extreme seclusion, that when sorrow came upon them, like the sudden swoop and swift destruction of a tropical storm, they had no earthly friend to rely upon but Madame Guirlande.
Only the day before, they had been so rich in love, that, had she passed away from the earth, it would have made no distressing change in their existence.

They would have said, "Poor Madame Guirlande! She was a good soul.