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RAMONA                        17

    every one of the soft rounded hills which made the beautiful
    rolling  sides of  that  part of the  valley,  a  large wooden
    cross; not a hill in sight of her house left without the sacred
    emblem of her faith. "That the heretics may know, when
    they go by, that they are on the estate of a good Catholic,"
    she said, "and that the faithful may be reminded to pray.
    There have been miracles of conversion wrought on the most
    hardened by a sudden sight of the Blessed Cross."
      There they stood, summer and winter, rain and shine, the
    silent,  solemn,  outstretched  arms, and became landmarks
    to many a guideless traveller who had been told that  his
    way would be by the first turn to the left or the right, after
    passing the last one of the Seiiora Moreno's crosses, which he
    couldn't miss seeing. And who shall say that it did not often
    happen that the crosses bore a sudden message to some idle
    heart journeying by, and thus justified the pious half of the
    Sefiora's impulse? Certain  it  is, that many a good Catholic
    halted and crossed himself when he first beheld them, in the
    lonely places, standing out in sudden relief against the blue
    sky; and  if he said a swift short prayer at the sight, was
    he not so much the better?
     The house was of adobe, low, with a wide veranda on the
    three sides of the inner court, and a still broader one across
    the entire front, which looked to the south. These verandas,
    especially  those on  the  inner  court, were supplementary
    rooms to the house. The greater part of the family life went
   on in them. Nobody stayed inside the walls, except when  it
   was necessary. All the kitchen work, except the actual cook-
    ing, was done here, in front of the kitchen doors and win-
    dows. Babies slept, were washed, sat in the dirt, and played,
    on the veranda. The women said their prayers, took their
    naps, and wove  their  lace  there. Old Juanita  shelled  her
    beans there, and threw the pods down on the  tile floor,  till
    towards night they were sometimes piled up high around her,
    like corn-husks at a husking. The herdsmen and shepherds
    smoked there, lounged there, trained their dogs there; there
   the young made love, and tlie old dozed; the benches, which
    ran the entire length of the walls, were worn into hollows,
    and shone like satin: the tiled floors also were broken and
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