like him, promising to be of very handsome presence. Yes! Yes! Smoke if you will, my General. Don’t hesitate.”
Cipriano lit a cigarette. From old associations, he was nervous, albeit amused.
“You know all about what I want to do, Father?” said Ramón.
“I don’t know all, son of mine, but I know enough. I wouldn’t want to hear more. Eh!” he sighed. “It is very sad.”
“Not so very sad, Father, if we don’t make it sad. Why make a sad thing out of it, Father? We are in Mexico for the most part Indians. They cannot understand the high Christianity, Father, and the Church knows it. Christianity is a religion of the spirit, and must needs be understood if it is to have any effect. The Indians cannot understand it, any more than the rabbits of the hills.”
“Very good! Very good! Son