I have, in fact, strictly forbidden him to repeat his visit to Casa Grande, under any circumstances.
I seem to be fitting into things again, here at Casa Grande.
Backing and flanking the walls appear to have been other houses, smaller but built in the same fashion as Casa Grande.
“Casa Grande is yours—yours and the kiddies,” he reminded me.
And in the third place the mere presence of another male at Casa Grande seems to dilute the acids of home life.
Mr. Scott, when are you going to take me over to see Casa Grande?
They at length reached the Casa Grande, and nothing extraordinary had met their sight.
Say, what do you think of this here business over at Casa Grande?
Everything at Casa Grande has settled back into the usual groove.
He was sixteen long centuries away from Casa Grande, at 79 that moment.