No one looked slyly at his neighbour to see who gave more and who less.

Their one feeling was pity.
People came from the town; and a wiry shepherd, placing himself before the entrance to the grotto, and using his staff as a spear, said: "Men of Bethlehem, ye cannot enter; the babe sleeps." Near by stood an old man, who said dreamily: "The town cast him out.

I always said there was no salvation yonder.

That's to be found with the poor under the open sky.

Miracles are happening here, men are pitiful.
What does it mean ?" Down below in a cleft of the rock cowered a poor sinner, and burrowed in the earth with his lean fingers as if he would dig himself a grave in its depths.