They knelt together in grateful prayer, and then kissed each other upon their knees.

It was so sweet to lie down once more in safety; to have the luxury of a tent, and a mattress, and pillow.
"Blessed be the hand of God! my children," said the Senora; "and may the angels give us in our dreams grateful thoughts." And then, in the dark, Isabel nestled her head in her sister's breast, and whispered: "Forgive me for being happy, sweet Antonia.

Indeed, when I smiled on Luis, I was often thinking of you.

In my joy and triumph and love, I do not forget that one great awful grave at Goliad.

But a woman must hide so many things; do you comprehend me, Antonia ?" "Querdita," she whispered, "I comprehend all.