Mary came to wash for Mother every Monday. The wash-house was across the yard from the kitchen door–a long narrow room. The south side of it was of open lattice–when the steam poured through it looked as if the wash-house was on fire. There was a stove in…
While I was staying at the missionary’s house, waiting to find someone to take me to Cha-atl, the missionary got a farm girl, with no ankles and no sense of humour, to stay there with me. She was to keep me company, and to avoid scandal, because the…
At the appointed time I sat on the beach waiting for the Indian. He did not come and there was no sign of his boat. An Indian woman came down the bank carrying a heavy not-walking-age child. A slim girl of twelve was with her. She carried a…
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