Only her eyes lived.
Helpless, boneless, and jelly-like, old age had overtaken her with a mild form of deliquescence.
"Listen, Sanchicha," said the father, gravely.

"It is important that thou shouldst refresh thy memory for a moment.

Look back fourteen years, mother; it is but yesterday to thee.

Thou dost remember the baby--a little _muchacha_ thou broughtest me then--fourteen years ago ?" The old woman's eyes became intelligent, and turned with a quick look towards the open door of the church, and thence towards the choir.
The Padre made a motion of irritation.

"No, no! Thou dost not understand; thou dost not attend me.