In the opposite corner a door led into the kitchen.

This room was Bostil's famous living-room, in which many things had happened, some of which had helped make desert history and were never mentioned by Bostil.
Bostil's sister came in from the kitchen.

She was a huge person with a severe yet motherly face.

She had her hands on her hips, and she cast a rather disapproving glance at father and daughter.
"So you're back again ?" she queried, severely.
"Sure, Auntie," replied the girl, complacently.
"You ran off to get out of seeing Wetherby, didn't you ?" Lucy stared sweetly at her aunt.
"He was waiting for hours," went on the worthy woman.

"I never saw a man in such a stew....