"How much American?"
"That will be two hundred dollars, Senorita, and that is everything. I have already had the grave dug, and the time you said over the phone is the time the funeral will take place. I, Senorita, have taken the privilege of calling a Padre—was that right?"
"That's O. K. by me, don't you think, Ev?"
"Sure."
"Here's your money," as she handed him two hundred dollars.
"The good God will be kind to you, Senorita, for this good deed," as Pearl and Evelyn went out.
"Hell, I need a drink, don't you, Ev?"
"Yeah—a good stiff one," as they climbed in the car.
"Driver, take us to the Central, and come in and have a shot with us."
"Oke, Sister," answered the driver.