“That––well, Padre dear, I told him that––that I might never marry.”
Josè sighed. “And do you think, little girl, that you will always hold to that resolution?”
“Yes, Padre, unless––”
“Well, chiquita, unless––”
“Unless you marry, too, Padre,” she said, dropping her eyes.
“Unless I marry! I––a priest! But––what has that to do with it, girl?”
“Well––oh, Padre dear––can’t you see? For then I would marry––” She buried her face in his shoulder.
“Yes, chiquita,” he said, dully wondering.
Her arms tightened about his neck. “You,” she murmured.