“That’ll be Friday, then,” commented Jo Ann, who had caught the woman’s words.
After they had finished choosing the pieces of pottery, they packed them in the back of the car.
“I’d like to know where José’s going to sit now,” observed Peggy as she crowded into the front seat with Jo Ann and Florence.
“He’ll manage someway,” Jo Ann smiled.
On reaching Pedro’s store they found José waiting for them.
“Did you find the rurales?” Florence asked him.
“Sí, I find two. They have gone to the mine to get Luis. They say they do not need me to help.”
“Good,” Florence approved. “Now you can help me pack these ollas and vases.”
After José had squeezed into the back seat and they were driving off, Peggy remarked to Florence, “What puzzles me is how are you going to get the pottery shipped after you get it packed? There’s no railroad and no truck service here. Someone’ll have to take it to the city. How’re you going to get it to the city?”
“I thought we’d drive in ourselves if—if——”