She had grown thinner, and there were dark shadows under her eyes, yet she seemed only more beautiful.

The red scarf with which I had signaled the girls waved from a branch of the mesquite.

At the foot of the ridge their horses were halted in a shady spot.
"Take off your sombrero," I said to Sally.

"You look hot.

Besides, you're prettier with your hair flying." As she made no move, I took it off for her.