Tula gazed at her as if fascinated, and there was a difference in her regard.
Now Tula has the words, and as you see,––the words are still alive!
He marked the packs to be opened, and Tula, watching, did not need to be told.
They all moved to the door, and after a moment of hesitation Tula was about to follow when he stopped her.
“Child, accompany the señora,” he said kindly to Tula at the door.
“Tula is as the living whose mind is with the dead,” said the boy.
Many are sick, some are dead,––the mother of Tula died on the trail last night.
She sent for Tula who would give the letter to no one,––not even to me.
They got in, Tula also in her poor dress, and a guard told me to follow the carriage.
It is not the first time Tula has ruled an outfit, and it is not the manta!
