She stepped down from the caratella, then my brother paid Ca Celin twice the usual fare from the station to the edge Nagrebcan.
After I let her scratch Labang's forehead. She and brother talked like they were the only people there.
You may scratch his forehead now.
And this is Labang of whom I have heard so much.
We started our journey home.
You love Nagrebcan, don't you, Noel?
Now the shadows took fright and did not crowd so near. Clumps of andadasi and arrais flashed into view and quickly disappeared as we passed by. Ahead, the elongated shadow of Labang bobbled up and down and swayed drunkenly from side to side, for the lantern rocked jerkily with the cart.
I have been looking at it.
Look, Noel, yonder is our star!
The air here is clean, free of dust and smoke
Brother suddenly broke into a song and the song was'Sky Sown with Stars'---the same he and father sang when we cut hay in the fields at night before he went away to study. He must have taught her the song because she joined him.
We drove through the fields because I'll be asking Father as soon as we get home.
But it is so very wide here
She look at the stars, dad. And Manong Leon sang Sky Sown with stars.