"Drink some _salabat_ and eat a rice-cake, Albino, and you'll see that even you will want to pray." "That's what I'm doing," answered the youth addressed.

"I'm thinking of confessing myself." "No," said Sinang, "drink some coffee to bring merry thoughts." "I will, at once, because I feel a trifle sad." "Don't do that," advised Aunt Isabel.

"Drink some tea and eat a few crackers.

They say that tea calms one's thoughts." "I'll also take some tea and crackers," answered the complaisant youth, "since fortunately none of these drinks is Catholicism." "But, can you--" Victoria began.
"Drink some chocolate also?
Well, I guess so, since breakfast is not so far off." The morning was beautiful.

The water began to gleam with the light reflected from the sky with such clearness that every object stood revealed without producing a shadow, a bright, fresh clearness permeated with color, such as we get a hint of in some marine paintings.