There was a small one in the garden yesterday, a boy like me, and he spoke kindly and with a pleasant face." "What said he to thee, child ?" asked Father Pedro, anxiously.
"Nay, the matter of his speech I could not understand," laughed the boy, "but the manner was as gentle as thine, holy father." "'St, child," said the Padre, impatiently.

"Thy likings are as unreasonable as thy fears.

Besides, have I not told thee it ill becomes a child of Christ to chatter with those sons of Belial?
But canst thou not repeat the words--the _words_ he said ?" he continued suspiciously.
"'T is a harsh tongue the Americanos speak in their throat," replied the boy.

"But he said 'Devilishnisse' and 'pretty-as-a-girl,' and looked at me." The good father made the boy repeat the words gravely, and as gravely repeated them after him with infinite simplicity.

"They are but heretical words," he replied, in answer to the boy's inquiring look; "it is well you understand not English.Enough.Run away, child, and be ready for the Angelus.