The very owls shut their eyes when they meet her, and the bats fold their wings when she comes near their haunts.

Wandering ghosts stand aside to let her pass, or turn back when they see her approaching.

Night is her comrade and hides no secrets from her, and Chiquita never betrays them to the day." Her eyes flashed and dilated as she spoke, and Isabelle looked at her with growing wonder, not unmixed with a vague sensation of fear.
"I like much better to stay here, in this heavenly quiet, by the fire with you," continued the child, "than down there in all the uproar.

You are so beautiful that I love to look at you-you are like the Blessed Virgin that I have seen shining above the altar.

Only from afar though, for they always chase me out of the churches with the dogs, because I am so shabby and forlorn.