It was broad day when she awoke.

The usual night showers of the waning rainy season had left no trace in sky or meadow; the fervid morning sun had already dried the patio; only the restless, harrying wind remained.
Mrs.Tucker arose with a resolve.

She had learned from Concha on the previous evening that a part of the shanty was used as a tienda or shop for the laborers and rancheros.

Under the necessity of purchasing some articles, she would go there and for a moment mingle with those people, who would not recognize her.

Even if they did, her instinct told her it would be less to be feared than the hopeless uncertainty of another day.
As she left the house the wind seemed to seize her as in her dream, and hurry her along with it, until in a few moments the walls of the low casa sank into the earth again and she was alone, but for the breeze on the solitary plain.