his eyes flashing, “never can we love you, papa. You are our enemy. You killed our mother.”
“No, no!” said Ramón. “That you must not say. Your mother sought her own death.”
“Mama loved you much, much, much!” cried Cyprian, the tears rising to his eyes. “Always she loved you and prayed for you—” He began to cry.
“And I, my son?” said Ramón.
“You hated her and killed her! Oh, mama! Mama! Oh, mama! I want my mother!” he wept.
“Come to me, little one!” said Ramón softly, holding out his hands.
“No!” cried Cyprian, stamping his foot and flashing his eyes through his tears. “No! No!”
The elder boy hung his head and was crying too. Ramón had the little, perplexed frown of pain on