The California padres and their missions . edtheir cental of wheat a day besides what they might pick upforaging. They were of many colors and made a pretty pic-ture on the red tiles of the buildings — that is, those of SanJose did. Mine of San Fernando tipped unsteadily at thefountains upper rim and drank daintily, fluttering theirwings the while. I wondered if they might be great-great-grandchildren of some old Padres pets. After the pigeonsflew away there came two motor cyclists—a lover and hislass, I liked to think them — who stopped their raucous de-mon of a machine and sat them down to c
The California padres and their missions . edtheir cental of wheat a day besides what they might pick upforaging. They were of many colors and made a pretty pic-ture on the red tiles of the buildings — that is, those of SanJose did. Mine of San Fernando tipped unsteadily at thefountains upper rim and drank daintily, fluttering theirwings the while. I wondered if they might be great-great-grandchildren of some old Padres pets. After the pigeonsflew away there came two motor cyclists—a lover and hislass, I liked to think them — who stopped their raucous de-mon of a machine and sat them down to cool beneath apepper near my own. They chatted lazily in low murmursthat harmonized well with the cooing of the doves now perchedon the ridge-pole of the Mission over the way. To them, now,enters a little covered cart most opportunely, drawn by adiscreet pony with tinkling bells, the outfit of a genial ice-cream vender in an immaculate white apron — and the idylis complete. By and by an old Mexican afoot stopped at the fountain 114. 5 ^ ?#-^ -^
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