Now don't be bull-headed.

Let your own feelings go into the discard for once, and do what's best for the whole valley.
Everything's going smooth here.

Noah's dove ain't got any the best of me and Jose, and the boys are working fine.
"Dade." "At least your majordomo agrees with you, Don Andres," he said, twisting the note unthinkingly in his fingers.

"Dade wants me to sneak off to town and hide in Bill Wilson's cellar." There was more resentment in his tone than the note itself had put there; for the argument which Valencia had unwittingly interrupted had been threatening to become acrimonious.
"My majordomo," replied Don Andres, his habitual courtesy just saving the words from becoming a retort, "continues to show that rare good sense which first attracted me to him." The senora moved uneasily in her chair and smiled deprecatingly at Jack, then imploringly at her husband.

This was washing day, and those shiftless ones within would overlook half the linen unless she was on the spot to watch and direct.