She watched the yellow plains where the cattle grazed; their presence, and irrigation ditches and cottonwood-trees told her that the railroad part of the journey was nearly ended.

Then, at Bo's little scream, she looked across the car and out of the window to see a line of low, flat, red-adobe houses.

The train began to slow down.

Helen saw children run, white children and Mexican together; then more houses, and high upon a hill an immense adobe church, crude and glaring, yet somehow beautiful.
Helen told Bo to put on her bonnet, and, performing a like office for herself, she was ashamed of the trembling of her fingers.

There were bustle and talk in the car.
The train stopped.