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God of my soul, but the caballeros are mad! And Doña Maria! By and by she can stand it no more and she go up to La Tulita and take away from the American and say, 'Do you forget and for a bandolero that you are engage to my nephew? And La Tulita toss the head and say: 'How can I remember Ramon Garcia when he is in Yerba Buena? I forget he is alive. And Doña Maria is very angry. The eyes snap.
Lieutenant Ord go up to Doña Maria and say, so polite: 'I take the liberty to bring Lieutenant' I no can remember that name, so American! 'He come to-day from San Diego and will stay with us for a while. And Doña Maria, she smile and say, very sweet, 'Very glad when I have met all of our conquerors. And he turn red and speak very bad Spanish and look, look, at La Tulita.
Everything was unpack in this room. She lift all up, piece by piece. The girls help and so do I. La Tulita sit still but begin to look more interested. We search everywhere everywhere for twenty minutes. There are no smocks!" "God of my life! The smocks! He did not forget!" "He forget the smocks!" There was an impressive pause. The women were too dumfounded to comment.
"Sainted Mary, but thou art more slow than a gentleman that walks!" cried Mariquita, an impatient-looking girl. "Read us the letter. La Tulita is the prettiest girl in Monterey now that the Señorita Ysabel Herrera lies beneath the rocks, and Benicia Ortega has died of her childing. But she is a flirt that Tulita!
Francesca heaved a deep sigh. Her youth was far behind her, but she remembered many things. "He return," said Mariquita, the young and romantic. "When does he go?" Mariquita pointed to the bay. A schooner rode at anchor. "He go to Yerba Buena on that to-morrow morning. From there to the land of the American. Ay, yi! Poor La Tulita! But his linen is dry.
She turned to La Tulita. "Will you stay here, señorita, while I go to bid them make merry?" The girl nodded, and the woman went out. La Tulita watched the proud head and erect carriage for a moment, then bound up the fallen jaw of the little corpse, crossed its hands and placed weights on the eyelids.
But just then the little sister of La Tulita run into the sala, the face red like the American flag. 'Ay, Herminia! she just gasp. 'The donas! The donas! It has come!" "The donas!" cried the washing-women, old and young. "Didst thou see it, Faquita? Oh, surely. Tell us, what did he send? Is he a generous bridegroom? Were there jewels? And satins? Of what was the rosary?"
Even she did not suspect how thoroughly she was enjoying herself. "What! What! Tell us! Quick, thou old snail. They were not fine? They had not embroidery?" "Hush the voices. I tell you when I am ready. The girls are like crazy. They look like they go to eat the things. Only La Tulita sit on the chair in the door with her back to all and look at the windows of Doña Maria.
Doña Eustaquia and Benicia Ortega are not the only ones to wed Americans. Listen! La Tulita is mad for this man, who is no more handsome than the palm of my hand when it has all day been in the water. Yesterday morning came Don Ramon. I am in the back garden of the Casa Rivera with Ana, and La Tulita is in the front garden sitting under the wall.
"Hush the voice or you will hear nothing. The girls all jump and clap their hands and they cry: 'Come, Herminia. Come quick! Let us go and see. Only La Tulita hold the head very high and look like the donas is nothing to her, and the Lieutenant look very surprise, and she talk to him very fast like she no want him to know what they mean.
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