Everyone sleeps here at midday--except me," she said with another sigh.
"Why do you not follow their example ?" I asked jocosely, for this young woman puzzled me and I wanted to find out about her.
"Because I sleep little, sir, who think too much.

There will be plenty of time to sleep soon for all of us, will there not ?" I stared at her and inquired her name, because I did not know what else to say.
"My name is Inez Robertson," she answered.

"I will go to wake my father.
Meanwhile please unyoke your oxen.

They can feed with the others; they look as though they wanted rest, poor things." Then she turned and went into the house.
"Inez Robertson," I said to myself, "that's a queer combination.

English father and Portuguese mother, I suppose.