The two boys stretched themselves on the bottom of the boat and were asleep in an instant.

Juana, the wife, spread a serape over them, and then sat down in Turkish fashion in the center of the bergantin, a great red and yellow reboso about her head and shoulders.

Sometimes she looked at her husband, and sometimes at the strange boy.

He had spoken to them in good Mexican, he dressed like a Mexican and he walked like a Mexican, but she had not been deceived.

She knew that the Mexican part of him ended with the serape and sombrero.
She wondered why he had come, and why he was anxious to go to the Lake of Xochimilco.