Her mantilla flying in the wind blew across the bishop's face which that youthful-looking dignitary endured with patience.
"And there is a hot-water tin for our feet.

I feel it through my slippers; for my feet are wet with the snow.

How delightful!" And Juanita stooped down to warm her hands.
"You have thought of everything--you and Marcos," she said.

"You are so kind to me.

I am sure I am very grateful ...