Mr. Bowles hesitated a moment, looking straight ahead to where Chula Vista rose between the horses' ears.
But when he had let it pass, and started off for Chula Vista, it was cloudy in the south for Bowles.
I did meet your daughter, very informally to be sure, on the morning of my arrival at Chula Vista.
The car, a small one, pulled up the hill and started down toward Chula Vista.
When it leaked out that there was a kidnapping involved, the chivalrous instincts of Chula Vista were aroused.
Chula Vista, or at least those citizens who were allowed to witness the ceremony, were loud in their praises of the brides.
Chula Vista, on the afternoon when our party entered it, duly chaperoned by the aged Mendoza, presented an everyday appearance.