QUOTE : Has anybody died?” Pablo asked. “No. I guess those chickens would have been all right.” “Perhaps you bought a little wine with the money from those chickens?” Pilon suggested. Danny smiled cynically at him. “Mrs. Morales did, and I went to her house last night. That is a pretty woman in some lights, and not so old either.” The alarm came back to Pablo and Pilon. “My Cousin Weelie says she is fifty years old,” Pilon said excitedly. Danny spread his hands. “What is it how old in years she is?” he observed philosophically. “She is lively, that one. She owns her house and has two hundred dollars in the bank.” Then Danny became a little embarrassed. “I would like to make a present to Mrs. Morales.” Pilon and Pablo regarded their feet and tried by strenuous mental effort to ward off what was coming. But their effort had no value. “If I had a little money,” said Danny, “I would buy her a box of big candy.” He looked meaningly at his tenants, but neither one answered him. “I would need only a dollar or two,” he suggested.