O Precious Blood of Jesus,
Cleansing, pure!
Inflame my soul with ardor
To endure.
—Henry Coyle.
THE SPANISH COOK
| peasant | zealous | summit | intervals |
| chef | caprice | recovery | porridge |
| plaza | vespers | procession | accident |
Pilar was a young peasant woman. I do not know from what village she came, somewhere in the neighborhood of Malaga. She was paid three dollars a month, and she “found” herself. A man cook in that happy land gets five dollars a month, but times were bad, and my friends had for three years to content themselves with a woman cook. She cooked well, though, and cheerfully, and she prepared more meals in the twenty-four hours than any other cook I ever heard of.