herself? ... Si quieres aprender a orar, entra en el mar! And
Concha had well learned to pray. But the sea seemed to her the
one Power which God could not make to obey Him as He pleased.
Saying the creed one day, she repeated very slowly the opening
words,--"Creo en un Dios, padre todopoderoso, Criador de cielo y
de la tierra,"--and paused and thought. Creator of Heaven and
Earth? "Madrecita Carmen," she asked,--"quien entonces hizo el
mar?" (who then made the sea?).

--"Dios, mi querida," answered Carmen.--"God, my darling....
All things were made by Him" ( todas las cosas fueron hechas por
El).

Even the wicked Sea! And He had said unto it: "Thus far, and no
farther." ... Was that why it had not overtaken and devoured
her when she ran back in fear from the sudden reaching out of its
waves? Thus far....? But there were times when it
disobeyed--when it rushed further, shaking the world! Was it
because God was then asleep--could not hear, did not see, until
too late?

And the tumultuous ocean terrified her more and more: it filled
her sleep with enormous nightmare;--it came upon her in dreams,
mountain-shadowing,--holding her with its spell, smothering her
power of outcry, heaping itself to the stars.

Carmen became alarmed;--she feared that the nervous and delicate
child might die in one of those moaning dreams out of which she
had to arouse her, night after night. But Feliu, answering her
anxiety with one of his favorite proverbs, suggested a heroic