“Give them to me,” Florence cried in Spanish, then added to Peggy and Jo Ann, “I know Mother and I’ll have one from Dad.”
“And I ought to have two or three!” exclaimed Peggy.
“Here too,” added Jo Ann.
The Indian slipped off the back of his burro and slowly began untying one of the bundles.
“I wish he’d hurry,” grumbled Jo Ann. “He’s the slowest thing I ever saw.”
“Just have patience. You can’t hurry him.”
“One thing’s certain, none of the mail could’ve been lost out of that bundle—it’s tied so tightly,” smiled Peggy.
Finally the man handed a bunch of letters and papers to Florence, and she sorted them out quickly and gave Peggy and Jo Ann their share; then all three hurried back to the house. Several minutes later the man brought in the groceries and other articles that they had ordered sent out from the city.
Florence gave him the letter she had just written to her father, saying, “Be very careful—don’t lose this letter. It’s very important.”
“Sí, señorita, I sabe! I’ll be careful.” The man nodded, then went back to his burro.