As the car turned into the next street Florence replied, “Sometimes when it rains hard in the mountains this river’s full of water.” She paused and added, “This is the street Mother and I’ve come down frequently to bring clothing for the poor families.”
Just then some ragged little children near by began to wave their hands and call out, “La Señorita! La Señorita!”
Florence smiled and waved back. “Those are some of the children we’ve given clothes. They look as if they need some more.”
“I wish we had some pennies to give to these children, too,” said Jo Ann. “Let’s come back here sometime and bring them something.”
In a few more minutes the adobe huts were left behind, and they began passing the plain stone houses of the middle class. With long-drawn sighs the girls settled back against the cushions, each thinking of the distressing poverty she had seen.
Suddenly down the street directly in front of them Jo Ann spied a tall, ungainly object against the high stone wall.
“What’s that, Florence?” she asked.
“That? Oh, that’s a scaffold the workmen are using in doing some repair work on a house.”
“But why don’t they use ladders?”
“They’d have a time to get a ladder long enough to reach the top of these houses. When they build them, they use big derricks to lift the heavy stones.”