That's all rot." But the barn was filling up rapidly.

At every moment there was a rattle of a newly arrived vehicle from outside.

Guest after guest appeared in the doorway, singly or in couples, or in families, or in garrulous parties of five and six.

Now it was Phelps and his mother from Los Muertos, now a foreman from Broderson's with his family, now a gayly apparelled clerk from a Bonneville store, solitary and bewildered, looking for a place to put his hat, now a couple of Spanish-Mexican girls from Guadalajara with coquettish effects of black and yellow about their dress, now a group of Osterman's tenants, Portuguese, swarthy, with plastered hair and curled mustaches, redolent of cheap perfumes.
Sarria arrived, his smooth, shiny face glistening with perspiration.

He wore a new cassock and carried his broad-brimmed hat under his arm.