"I am afraid it will be rather dreadful," Nan admitted. "But where would we go in Las Rubertas?"
"To the Doña Luiza Montejo; she will let us have one-half of her dobe. I know the Doña Luiza a long time."
"But shall we be welcome?" Nan asked doubtfully.
"Why not?" Mrs. Gallagher shrugged her shoulders; that was a small matter, it seemed.
"It shall be as you say," said Nan, for she already had read liking and loyalty in her strange protector's eyes.
A yell from the dooryard.
"Ma, I'm goin' to bust Undine's head in if you don't gimme somethin' to eat!" One of the Misses Blakely brandished a barrel-stave.
"Don't do nothin' like that," said Mrs. Blakely reprovingly; "'tain't ladylike and, besides, grub's piled." She called cordially to Nan: "Come and git it!"
The hungry horde sniffing outside the kitchen door made a rush for the chairs, benches and boxes ranged along the table.
