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Have a good time, for Grandpa is always here with his money! If you could only count on what your father gives you, you would live like a hermit.
These Frenchies are a close-fisted lot! But I am looking out for you.
Peoncito! Spend and enjoy yourself--that's what your Granddaddy has piled up the silver for!" When the Desnoyers children returned to the Capital, he spent his lonesome hours in going from ranch to ranch.

A young half-breed would set the water for his shrub-tea to boiling on the hearth, and the old man would wonder confusedly if she were his daughter.

Another, fifteen years old, would offer him a gourd filled with the bitter liquid and a silver pipe with which to sip it.