"How, then, do you live?"
"We don't live."
A general shout of laughter greeted this last reply, in which, after a moment of puzzled hesitation, the alcalde himself joined.
"So, you don't live?"
"Absolutely, no!"
"But you eat?"
"Very little. We are very poor."
"Well, what do you eat?"
"Cheese, frijoles, and an egg now and then."
"But, no tortillas?"