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The mother's milk. It would behoove mothers toremember this far more than they do."
Besides the geraniums and carnations and musk in the red jars,there were many sorts of climbing vines,-- some coming from theground, and twining around incest porn pillars of the veranda; somegrowing in great bowls, swung by cords from the roof of theveranda, or set on shelves against the walls. These bowls were ofgray stone, hollowed and polished, incest porn smooth inside and out.They also had been made by the Indians, nobody knew how manyages ago, scooped and polished by the patient creatures, with onlystones for tools.
Among these vines, singing from morning till night, hung theSenora's canaries and finches, half a dozen of each, all of differentgenerations, raised by the Senora. She was never without a youngbird-family on hand; and all the way from Bonaventura toMonterey, it was thought a piece of good luck to come intopossession of a canary or finch of Senora Moreno's 'raising.
Between the veranda and the river meadows, out on which itlooked, all was garden, orange grove, and almond orchard; theorange grove always green, never without snowy bloom or goldenfruit; the garden never without flowers, summer or winter; and thealmond orchard, in early spring, a fluttering canopy of pink andwhite petals, which, seen from the hills on the opposite side of theriver, looked as if rosy sunrise clouds had fallen, and becometangled in the tree-tops. On either hand stretched away otherorchards,-- peach, apricot, pear, apple pomegranate; and beyondthese, vineyards. Nothing was to be seen but verdure or bloom orfruit, at whatever time of year you sat on the Senora's southveranda.
A wide straight walk shaded by a trellis so knotted and twistedwith grapevines that little was to be seen of the trellis wood-work,led straight down from the veranda steps, through the.

Middle ofthe garden, to a little brook at the foot of it. Across this brook, inthe shade of a dozen gnarled old willow-trees, were set the broadflat stone washboards on which was done all the family washing.No long dawdling, and no running away from work on the part ofthe maids, thus close to the eye of the Senora at the upper end ofthe garden; and if they had known how picturesque they lookedthere, kneeling on the grass, lifting the dripping linen out of thewater, rubbing it back and forth on the stones, sousing it, wringingit, splashing the clear water in each other's faces, they would havebeen content to stay at the washing day in and day out, for therewas always somebody to look on from above. Hardly a day passedthat the Senora had not visitors. She was still a person of note; herhouse the natural resting-place for all who journeyed through thevalley; and whoever came, spent all incest porn his time, when not eating,sleeping, or walking over the place, sitting with the Senora on thesunny veranda. Few days in winter were cold enough, and insummer the day must be hot indeed to drive the Senora and herfriends indoors. There stood on the veranda three carved oakenchairs, and a carved bench, also of oak, which had been brought tothe Senora for safe keeping by the faithful old sacristan of SanLuis Rey, at the time of the occupation of that Mission by theUnited States troops, soon after the conquest of California. Aghastat the sacrilegious acts of the soldiers, who were quartered in thevery church itself, and amused themselves by making targets of theeyes and noses of the saints' statues, the sacristan, stealthily, day byday and night after night, bore out of the church all that he dared toremove, burying some articles in cottonwood copses, hiding othersin his own poor litt.

Le hovel, until he had wagon-loads of sacredtreasures. Then, still more stealthily, he carried them, a few at atime, concealed in the bottom of a cart, under a load of hay or ofbrush, to the house of the Senora, who felt herself deeply honoredby his confidence, and received everything as a sacred trust, to begiven back into the hands of the Church again, whenever theMissions should be restored, of which at that time all Catholicshad good hope. And so it had come about that no bedroom in theSenora's house was without a picture or a statue of a saint or of theMadonna; and some had two; and in the little chapel in the gardenthe altar was surrounded by a really imposing row of holy andapostolic figures, which had looked down on the splendidceremonies of the San Luis Rey Mission, in Father Peyri's time, nomore benignly than they now did on the humbler worship of theSenora's family in its diminished estate. That one had lost an eye,another an arm, that the once brilliant colors of the drapery werenow faded and shabby, only enhanced the tender reverence withwhich the Senora knelt before them, her eyes filling with indignanttears at thought of the heretic hands which had wrought suchdefilement. Even the crumbling wreaths which had been placed onsome of the statues' heads at the time of the last ceremonial atwhich they had figured in the Mission, had been brought awaywith them by the devout sacristan, and the Senora had replacedeach one, holding it only a degree less sacred than the statue itself.
This chapel was dearer to the Senora than her house. It had beenbuilt by the General in the second year of their married life. In ither four ren had been christened, and from it all but one, herhandsome Felipe, had been buried while they were yet infants. Inthe General's time, while the estate was at its best, and hundreds ofIndians living within its borders, there was.