In like manner the "Restaurante Mexicana," across the street, on a sign advertised "comidas," or meals, at twenty-five and fifty cents.
Through the panaderia doorway came a girl and a boy.

They walked along by the "zanja," or irrigation ditch, that here bordered the road.

The fern-leaved pepper trees beside the zanja were dotted with clusters of small, bright red berries.
"Rosa," said the boy, when the two had walked a little way, "I saw in that big yard many purple and green grapes, spread out drying for raisins." Rosa did not answer.

She trudged on, carrying her basket of bread.
The brother carried a loaf in brown paper.

He and she lived at the panaderia, and had set forth to carry the bread to the two regular customers.
"Rosa," stated the boy again, after a pause, "all the little oranges on the trees over there are green." Rosa did not even look toward the oranges.
"Rosa," affirmed the boy emphatically, when a few minutes had gone by, "the Chinese doctor is measuring a window in his house! See! He has some little teacups and a teapot in his front room! I saw them just now." Rosa looked absently toward the old building, inside a window of which was visible the head of the Chinese doctor, who wore black goggles, and who was indeed measuring his window for some reason.
Rosa had small hope of the Chinese doctor as a future customer.