But these two had come to their first clash of wills, and her husband had little liking for such firm defiance of his wishes.

Well she knew the little weather-signs in his face.

When his eyebrows took just that tilt, and when the nostrils were drawn in and quivered with his breathing, then was it wise that she should remain by his side.

The senora knew well that words are never so harsh between the male of our species when their women are beside them.

So, suffering mental torment because of the careless peonas, she, nevertheless, sent Teresita after the fine, linen apron from which she meant to remove a whole two inches of woof for the new pattern of drawnwork which the Donna Lucia had sent her.