Removing one hand from beneath her apron, she inserted a finger-nail in her black hair and scratched her scalp, considering the subject.

Winter was coming, too.

Food would be needed--and besides, she long had desired one of those loud phonographs at Menocal's store, and also needed a new stove.

She perceived that her husband was staring at Bryant's back with a thoughtful air.

Undoubtedly he was thinking the same thing as she.
"You yet want men and teams for your work, senor ?" she inquired.
"All I can get." "If a man falls sick while at work, would he have the services of the doctor ?" "Yes, without charge.