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Updated: June 11, 2025
If the panaderia folks had not done this, you'd never have found out about this plan to rob the zanja! That woman would simply have kept the story and the key to herself, and those dishonest men would have found somebody else to open the gates at night for them. It was only because she thought that you were a noted customer of the panaderia that she sent you word of this plan to steal the water."
He would not be pleased if we sent her away without bread. Tell the poor woman to come again. The little children, must be fed." Rosa hurried back to the counter, and gave the woman two fresh loaves and the grandmother's message. "Gracias!" "I hope she will not tell that we gave her bread," murmured Rosa to herself as the usual quiet settled over the panaderia.
"I have three little children," she said. "I am sick. I cannot work, and their father drinks mescal always mescal. I have no money. Will you give me a little bread? I am no beggar, but my babies are so hungry!" She did not doubt the woman's tale; only it was disappointing, when one thought a real customer had at last come to the panaderia, to find that it was not so.
"But we keep on being poorer and poorer," thought Rosa with a sigh. Then she reproached herself. Had not her grandmother said that the Lord cared about the panaderia? One day when spring was turning into summer, the poor neighbor came in earlier than usual. Her face was very white. Rosa and her grandmother were both by the counter.
She had seen him eating his rice with chop-sticks, and he never came to buy a scrap of bread or anything else. Rosa sighed to think what would become of the panaderia, if all the world had the same opinion as the Chinese doctor, in regard to eating.
There were tears in her eyes as she said: "While you are forgiving that man, you'd better think how much forgiveness I need for having stopped taking bread of the panaderia in the heart of winter, when they needed the money so badly! To think of their struggling along, and yet giving bread every day to a woman and three babies!
So it was that the mercy which the old grandmother showed to the sick neighbor and her children returned in blessing on the panaderia. For the Zanjero's wife rested not till she had fulfilled her promise. Customers became many and well-paying, and the old grandmother, happy in the prosperity, said to Rosa and to Joseph: "See you, my children?
I tell him he shall not open the other gates! I snatch the key! I tell him `No! No! The panaderia is my friend! The Zanjero is the panaderia's friend! He shall not cheat the Zanjero! My husband say if he open other gates he get money for mescal. I say 'No! I run away with key. My husband say, 'Don't tell anybody! I will not open the gates again!
In the midst of the winter a heavy blow fell, for the Zanjero's wife took a fancy to making her own bread, and as she was the regular customer who bought more loaves and paid more promptly than the other, the panaderia felt the loss keenly. Customers were very scarce, and the grandmother's eyes became so weak that she could no longer sew.
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