A neighbor took it on herself one day, why I do not know, to remark that some gentleman had given me some money, though I cannot remember how much. Without more ado, my mother called me and asked for it. When I told her I hadn’t received any, she wanted to force me to hand it over to her, and to this end, had recourse to the broom-handle. When the dust had been well beaten out of my clothes, Carolina, one of my sisters, intervened, along with a girl from our neighborhood, called Virginia. They said they had been present at the interrogation, and they had seen that the gentleman had actually given me nothing at all. Thanks to their defending me, I was able to slip away to my beloved well, and there offer another sacrifice to Our Good Lord.