The afternoon threatened a tempest. Pale flashes of lightning illumined the leaden sky; the atmosphere was heavy and close.
Arrived at the church door, Tasio entered and spoke to two little boys, one ten years old perhaps, the other seven.
"Coming with me?" he asked. "Your mother has ready a dinner fit for curates."
"The head sacristan won't let us leave yet," said the elder. "We're going into the tower to ring the bells."
"Take care! don't go too near the bells in the storm," said Tasio, and, head down, he went off, thinking, toward the outskirts of the town.
Soon the rain came down in torrents, the thunder echoed clap on clap, each detonation preceded by an awful zig-zag of fire. The tempest grew in fury, and, scarce able to ride on the shifting wind, the plaintive voices of the bells rang out a lamentation.
The boys were in the tower, the younger, timid, in spite of his great black eyes, hugging close to his brother. They resembled one another, but the elder had the stronger and more thoughtful face. Their dress was poor, patched, and darned. The wind beat in the rain a little, where they were, and set the flame of their candle dancing.
"Pull your rope, Crispin," said the elder to his little brother.
Crispin pulled, and heard a feeble plaint, quickly silenced by a thunder crash. "If we were only home with mama," he mourned, "I shouldn't be afraid."
The other did not answer. He watched the candle melt, and seemed thoughtful.
"At least, no one there would call me a thief; mama would not have it. If she knew they had beaten me----" The elder gave the great cord a sharp pull; a deep, sonorous tone trembled out.
"Pay what they say I stole! Pay it, brother!"
"Are you mad, Crispin? Mama would have nothing to eat; they say you stole two onces, and two onces make thirty-two pesos."
The little fellow counted thirty-two on his fingers.
"Six hands and two fingers. And each finger makes a peso, and each peso how many cuartos?"
"Thirty-two hands," he said, "and each finger a cuarto! O mama! how many cuartos! and with them one could buy shoes, and a hat for the sun, and an umbrella for the rain, and clothes for mama."
"What I'm afraid of is that mama will be angry with you when she hears about it."