Neat, well wrapped and tied packages like that were not often seen in the Tonto Basin.

Ellen decided she would wait until after supper, and at a favorable moment lay it unopened on the fire.
What did she care what it contained?
Manifestly it was a gift.

She argued that she was highly incensed with this insolent Isbel who had the effrontery to approach her with some sort of present.
It developed that the usually cheerful Antonio had returned taciturn and gloomy.

All Ellen could get out of him was that the job of sheep herder had taken on hazards inimical to peace-loving Mexicans.

He had heard something he would not tell.