I

Days and weeks and months went by and still there was no news of the wanderers.  Dona Teresa worked hard at her washing and cooking, and with the goat’s milk and the eggs managed to get enough to feed the Twins and herself.  But the time seemed long and lonely, and she spent many hours before the image of the Virgin in the chapel, praying for Pancho’s safe return.  She even paid the priest for special prayers, and out of her scanty earnings bought candles to burn upon the altar.  At last the Christmas season drew near.

The celebration of Christmas lasts for more than a whole week in Mexico.  Every evening for eight evenings before Christmas all the people in the village met together and marched in a procession all round the hacienda.  This procession is called the Pasada.

Everybody marched in it, and when on the first evening they came to the priest’s house, he came out and stood beside his door and gave to each person a lighted candle, which his fat housekeeper handed out to him.

Then while all the people stood there with the candles shining like little stars, he told them this story, to remind them of the meaning of the procession:-

“Listen, my children,” he said.  “Long years ago, just before our Saviour was born, Mary, his mother, went with Joseph, her husband, from the little town of Nazareth, where they lived, into Judea.  They had to make this journey because a decree had been passed that every one must be taxed.

“Joseph and the Blessed Mother of our Lord were always obedient to the law, so they went at once to Bethlehem in Judea, which was the place where their names had to be enrolled.  My children, you also should obey in all things, as they did.  Discontent and rebellion should have no place in your lives,-as it had no place in theirs.

“When Joseph and Mary reached Bethlehem they found the town so full of people, who had come from far and near for this purpose, that there was no room for them in the inn.  For eight days they wandered about seeking a place to rest and finding none.

“At last, on the ninth day, they were so weary that they took shelter in a stable with the cattle, and there on that night our Blessed Saviour was born.  They were poorer than you, my children, for they had no place to lay their heads, and the Queen of Heaven had only a manger in which to cradle her newborn son.  It is to commemorate their wanderings that you make your Pasada.”

When the priest had finished the story the people all marched away carrying their candles and singing.  Each night they marched and sang in this way until at last it was Christmas Eve.

Dona Teresa and the twins went to bed early that night because there was to be high mass in the little chapel at midnight.  Dona Teresa slept with one eye open, fearing she might be late, and a few minutes before twelve she was up again.

She washed the Twins’ faces to wake them, and then they all three walked in the starlight to the little chapel near the Big House.  The altar was blazing with lights, and the floor was covered with the dark figures of kneeling men and women, as the mother and children went in out of the darkness and found a place for themselves in a corner near the door.

When the service was over, Dona Teresa hurried home to set the house in order and to prepare the Christmas dinner for the Twins.  She had made up her mind that the red rooster must surely be caught and cooked, because she wanted to keep the turkey until Pancho should be at home to share in the feast.

She had planned it all carefully.  “It will be quite easy to creep up under the fig tree while the red rooster is asleep and seize him by the legs,” she said to the Twins as they walked home from the chapel.  “Only you must be very quiet indeed or he will wake up and crow.  You know he is a light sleeper!”

They slipped through the gate and into the yard as quietly as they could.  They reached the fig tree without making a single sound and Dona Teresa peered cautiously into the dark branches.

She saw a large shadow at the end of the limb where the red rooster always slept and, stretching her hand very stealthily up through the branches, she suddenly grabbed him by the legs-or she thought she did.

But the owner of the legs gobbled loud enough to wake every one in the village, if they hadn’t been awake already!

“It’s the turkey, after all,” gasped Dona Teresa.  Just then there was a loud crow from the roof, and they saw the silhouette of the red rooster making all haste to reach the ridge-pole and fly down on the other side.

Dona Teresa was in despair, but she held on to the turkey.  “That rooster is bewitched,” she said.

Just then the turkey stopped gobbling long enough to peck vigorously at Tonio, who came to help his mother, and Dona Teresa said, “Well, then, we’ll eat the turkey, anyway, though I had hoped to wait until your father gets home.  But we must have something for our Christmas dinner, and there’s no telling when we shall see the red rooster again.”

“I shouldn’t want to eat the red rooster, anyway,” said Tita.  “He seems just like a member of the family.”

And so the Christmas dinner was settled that way.

The turkey wasn’t the only thing they had.  There was rice soup first, then turkey, and they had frijoles, and tortillas, of course, and bananas beside, and all the sweet potatoes cooked in syrup that they could possibly hold.  It took Dona Teresa so long to cook it all on her little brasero that she didn’t go back to bed at all, though the Twins had another nap before morning.

They had their dinner early, and when they had finished eating, Tita said, “We must give a Christmas dinner to the animals too.”

So Tonio brought alfalfa in from the field on purpose for Tonto, and the red rooster appeared in time to share with the hens twice as much corn as was usually given them.  The cat had a saucer of goat’s milk, and Tonio even found some bones for Jasmin, so every single one of them had a happy Christmas Day.

At dusk when candles began to glimmer about the village and all the people were getting ready for the Christmas Pasada, Dona Teresa said to the Twins, “You take your candles and run along with Pablo.  I am going to the chapel.”  And while all the other people marched round among the cabins, singing, she stayed on her knees before the image of the Virgin, praying once more for Pancho’s safe return.

When they reached the priest’s house, the priest himself joined the procession and marched at the head of it, bearing in his hands large wax images of the Holy Family.  Behind him came Lupito, the young vaquero who had taken Pancho’s place on the hacienda, with his new wife, and following them, if you had been there, you might have seen Pedro’s wife and baby, and Rafael and Jose and Dona Josefa, and Pablo and the Twins with Juan and Ignacio and a crowd of other children and grown people whose names I cannot tell you because I do not know them all.

As they passed the chapel, Dona Teresa came out and slipped into line behind the Twins.  If she had been looking in the right direction just at that minute she might have seen two dark figures come out from behind some bushes near the priest’s house, and though they had no candles, fall in at the end of the procession and march with them to the entrance of the Big House.  But she kept her eyes on her candle, which she was afraid might be blown out by the wind.

When they reached the doorway every one stopped while Lupito and his new wife sang a song saying that the night was cold and dark and the wind was blowing, and asking for shelter, just as if they were Joseph and Mary, and the Big House were the inn in Bethlehem.

Then a voice came from the inside of the Big House as if it were the innkeeper himself answering Joseph and Mary.  It was really the mozo’s voice, and it said, No, they could not come in, that there was no more room in the inn.

Then Lupito and his wife sang again and told the innkeeper that she who begged admittance and had not where to lay her head, was indeed the Queen of Heaven.

At this name the door was flung wide open, and the priest, bearing the images of the Virgin and Child and Joseph, entered with Lupito and all the others singing behind him.

The priest led the procession through the entrance arch to the patio, and there he placed the images in a shrine, all banked with palms and flowering plants, which had been placed in the patio on purpose to receive them.

Then he lifted his hand and prayed, and blessed the people, and the whole procession passed in front of the images, each one kneeling before them long enough to leave his lighted candle stuck in a little framework before the shrine.  Senor Fernandez and his wife Carmen watched the scene from one end of the patio.

Dona Teresa and the Twins were among the first ones to leave their candles, and afterward they stood under the gallery which ran around the patio, to watch the rest of the procession.

Everything was quiet until this was done, because this part of Christmas was just like a church service.  One by one the people knelt before the images, crossed themselves, and joined the group under the gallery.  Last of all came the two dark figures without any candles.

Up to that moment they had lingered behind the others in the background, and had kept as much as possible in the shadow, but now they stood right in front of the Holy Family with all the candles shining directly into their brown faces-and who should they be but Pancho and Pedro come back from the war?

II

The moment she saw Pancho, Dona Teresa gave a loud scream of joy, and then she rushed right by every one-almost stepping on the toes of the priest himself-and threw her arms around his neck, while the Twins, who got there almost as soon as she did, clasped an arm or a leg, or whatever part of their father they could get hold of.

At the same time Pedro’s wife, with her baby on her arm and Pablo beside her, made a dash for Pedro, but Pablo got there first because, you remember, his mother was fat.  And Pedro was so glad to see them he tried to hug her and the baby both at once, while Pablo hung round his neck, only as he was a small man he couldn’t begin to reach round, and had to take them one at a time after all.

Everybody was so glad to see Pancho and Pedro, and so glad for the happiness that had come to their wives and children on Christmas Day that everybody shook hands with everybody else, and talked and asked questions without waiting for anybody to answer them, until it sounded almost like the animals on San Ramon’s Day.

After Pancho and Pedro had greeted their families, and had said how Pablo and the Twins had grown, and Pedro’s wife had told him that the baby had six teeth, and the baby had bitten Pedro’s finger to prove it, he and Pancho broke away from them and went to pay their respects to Senor Fernandez and the priest, who were standing together, talking in low tones and watching the crowd round the wanderers.

Pancho and Pedro had reason to dread what Senor Fernandez and the priest might say to them.  They thought the priest might say, “Is this obedience, my sons?” and they thought very possibly Senor Fernandez might say something like this:  “Well, my men, do you think you can play fast and loose with your job like that?  You’ll have to learn a hacienda can’t be run that way.  There’s plenty of other help, so you may see if you can find work elsewhere.”

But as they came before Senor Fernandez and bowed humbly with their sombreros in their hands, the priest glanced at their ragged clothes and their thin faces and said something in a low tone to Senor Fernandez, and although Pancho and Pedro listened they couldn’t hear a word of it except “Christmas Day.”

Senor Fernandez gazed at them rather sternly for a moment without speaking and then he said:  “Well, Pancho and Pedro, I suppose you’ve been out seeing the world, and would like to have your old jobs back again, eh?  You don’t deserve it, you rascals, but I think I can use the men who have taken your places elsewhere on the hacienda, so if you like you can take your boat again the first of the year, Pedro; and Pancho, you can begin your rounds next week.  Now, go and enjoy yourselves with your families!”

And if you’ll believe me, he never even asked them where they had been!  Pancho and Pedro went back to their wives, who were watching the interview anxiously from the other side of the patio, and the wives knew the moment they saw the men’s faces that everything was all right and they could be happy once more.

The rest of the people had already gone into the dining-room of the Big House and were eagerly watching a great earthenware boat that hung from the middle of the ceiling.  They knew that the boat was full of good things to eat.  Beside the boat stood pretty Carmen with a long stick in one hand and a white cloth in the other.

As Pancho and Pedro with their wives and Pedro’s baby came into the room, she was saying:  “Now, I’ll blindfold each of you, one at a time, and you must whack the pinata real hard or nothing at all will happen!  I’ll begin!”

She tied the cloth about her own eyes, turned round three times, and then struck out with the stick.  But she didn’t come anywhere near the pinata.  Instead she nearly cracked Jose’s head!

Everybody laughed, and then it was Lupito’s turn.  Lupito was a great man at roping bulls, or breaking wild horses, but he couldn’t hit the boat with his eyes covered any better than Carmen had.

Then Jose tried.  He struck the pinata-but it was only a love-pat.  The boat swung back and forth a little, but not a thing dropped overboard.

At last Carmen cried out, “Come, Tonio, see if you have not a better aim than the rest of us.”

Tonio stepped boldly into the middle of the room and Carmen bandaged his eyes, turned him round and gave him the stick.  Tonio knew what was in that boat, and he was bound to get it out if he could, so he struck out with a kind of sideways sweep and struck the ship whack on the prow!

It was made of earthenware on purpose so it would break easily, and the moment Tonio struck it there was a crashing sound, and then a perfect rain of cakes and candies, and bananas, and oranges, and peanuts, and other goodies which fell all over the floor, and it wasn’t two minutes before every one in the room had his mouth full and both hands sticky.

Dona Teresa and Pancho watched the fun for a while, and then Dona Teresa whispered to Pancho:  “My angel, when did you eat last?  You look hungry.”

Pancho at that very moment had his mouth full of banana, but he managed to say:  “Last night I had some tortillas.  I have had nothing since until now.”

“Bless my soul!” cried Dona Teresa.  “Come home with me at once.  Thanks be to the Holy Virgin, you’ll share the turkey with us after all!  I had to cook him because we couldn’t catch the rooster!  Tell the Twins and come right along.”

III

So while the guitars were tinkling and the rest of the people were still singing and dancing and having the merriest kind of a merry Christmas, Pancho and his family said good-night politely to Senor Fernandez and his wife and slipped quietly away to the little adobe hut under the fig tree.

When they were inside their little home once more, Dona Teresa made a fire in the brasero and heated some of the turkey for Pancho, and while he ate, Tonio and Tita stood on each side of their one chair, in which he sat, and listened with their eyes and mouths both while their father told about his adventures as a Soldier of the Revolution.  And then they told him all about the night they were lost, and the secret meeting, and he was so astonished that he could hardly believe they had not dreamed it until Tita told him just what the Tall Man had said, and what Pedro had said, and about the pebble that rolled down.

Then he said, “Have you told any one about this?”

And Dona Teresa answered proudly, “Not a soul.  Not even the priest.”

“You’ve done well, then,” Pancho said.  “The Tall Man punishes those who spoil his plans by talking of them.  He has raised an army of two thousand men in such ways.  We enlisted for only four months, and in that time we turned the region to the south of us altogether into the hands of the Revolutionists.  I intended to return home at the end of the four months, but finally stayed a month more to finish the campaign.”

“I knew you would come some time, my angel,” cried Dona Teresa.  “I have prayed every day before the Virgin for your safe return.”

“As God wills it,” Pancho answered soberly.  “I meant at any rate to strike my blow for freedom, and to try to make things better for us all.”

“Well, have you?” asked Dona Teresa.

Pancho scratched his head with the old puzzled expression on his face.  “I don’t know,” he said at last.  “Things are not right as they are,-I know that,-and they never will be right if no one ever complains or protests or makes any fuss about it.  And I know, too, that these uprisings never will stop until Mexico is better governed, and poor people have the chance they long for and do not know how to get for themselves.  It is something just to keep things stirred up.  Perhaps some time Tonio here can think out what ought to be done.  He may even be a great general some day.”

“Heaven forbid!” cried Dona Teresa.  She almost upset Pancho’s dish, she was so emphatic.  “There has been enough of going to war in this family!”

“Well,” said Pancho, “war isn’t very pleasant.  I’ve seen enough of it to know that:  but peace isn’t very pleasant either, when your life is without hope and you must live like the animals-if you live at all.”

“Now that I have you at home again, I, for one, am quite content,” said Dona Teresa; and then she went to unroll the mats and put the children to bed.

They were so tired that they went to sleep in their corner in no time at all, and when she had snuffed the candles before the Virgin, Dona Teresa came back to Pancho and sat with him beside the embers still glowing in the brasero.

She told him everything that had happened on the hacienda while he was away, and Pancho told her all the strange sights he had seen, and the new things he had learned, and at last he said:-

“Anyway, I’ve made up my mind that Tonio shall have more learning than he can get on this hacienda, though I don’t know yet how it can be brought about.  Somehow children must know more than their parents if things are ever to be better for the poor people of Mexico.”

And Dona Teresa answered, “Well, anyway, we have each other and the Twins, so let’s take comfort in that, right now, even if there are many things in the world that can’t be set right yet awhile.”

Just then the first streak of dawn showed red over the eastern hills.  Out in the fig tree the red rooster shook himself and crowed, and to Pancho, as he stretched himself on his own hard bed in his own poor little home once more, it sounded exactly as if he said,

 “Cock-a-doodle-do-oo. 
  We’re glad to see you-oo-oo.”