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He had very little confidence in women less pious commentators said and not willing to trust his sisters out of sight, he insisted that they precede him whenever he left his pedestal. The holy sisters appeared in the church doorway, swaying on their litters above the heads of the worshippers. "Vitol les chermanetes!"
The whole neighborhood, almost, had assembled in the square, despite the increasing rain. Many had come to scoff. What a farce it all would be! They did well, however, to wait two days! The rain was almost over. It would probably stop by the time they got the Saint out! In double file of tapers the procession began to move between two lines of tightly jammed spectators. "Vitol el pare San Bernat!
And suddenly it stopped raining. A wild cheer, a shout of joy and triumph, shook the multitude. "Vitol el pare San Bernat!..." Now would the people of the neighboring towns dare dispute his immense power?... There was the proof! Two days of incessant downpour, and then, the moment the Saint showed his face out of doors fair weather! Excuse me!
In the brilliantly lighted doorway something shining could be seen laboriously advancing, swaying this way and that, as if the waves of an angry sea were rocking it. The crowd again began to cheer, and the music sounded. "Vitol el pare San Bernat!"
Hurrah for father San Bernardo!" a multitude of hoarse voices cried. "Vitol les chermanetes! Hurrah for his sisters!" others added, to correct the lack of gallantry displayed by the most enthusiastic of the idolators in putting ladies last. For the sisters, the holy martyrs, Gracia and Maria, also figured in the procession. San Bernardo never went anywhere alone.